Job asks his friends to listen carefully to his words and let that be their consolation. Bear with me, and after I have spoken, mock on. Is my complaint against man? Look at me and be appalled; lay your hand on your mouth. When he remembers, he shudders.
Then he poses his question: why do the wicked live, reach old age and grow mighty in power? Their offspring are established in their presence, and their descendants before their eyes. Their houses are safe from fear, and the rod of God is not upon them. Their bull breeds without fail, their cow calves and does not miscarry. They send out their little boys like a flock, and their children dance. They spend their days in prosperity and go down to Sheol in a moment. Yet they say to God: depart from us, we do not desire the knowledge of your ways. What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? What profit do we get if we pray to him? But their prosperity is not in their own hand, and the counsel of the wicked is far from Job.
How often is the lamp of the wicked put out? The friends say God stores up their punishment for their children, but Job says let him pay it himself, and let his own eyes see his ruin. Who can teach God knowledge? One dies in full vigor, at ease and secure; another dies in bitterness of soul, never having tasted prosperity, and together they lie down in the dust and worms cover them.
Job says he knows his friends' thoughts: they ask where the house of the prince is. Let them ask those who travel the road: the evil man is spared in the day of calamity. Who will declare his way to his face? He is carried to the grave, and watch is kept over his tomb; the clods of the valley are sweet to him. He concludes: how then will you comfort me with empty nothings, when there is nothing left of your answers but falsehood?