FROM THE ARCHIVES - Pity Party

The Holy Pause · Jul 1, 2026 · 4m

Listen:

Job 19:21-27

Pity me. Pity me. You’re my friends.

God’s hand has truly struck me.

Why do you pursue me like God does,

always hungry for my flesh?

Oh, that my words were written down,

inscribed on a scroll

with an iron instrument and lead,

forever engraved on stone.

But I know that my redeemer is alive

and afterward he’ll rise upon the dust.

After my skin has been torn apart this way—

then from my flesh I’ll see God,

whom I’ll see myself—

my eyes see, and not a stranger’s.

I am utterly dejected.

Consider:

Job is throwing himself a pity party. He’s invited all of his friends over for…