Satan swore that Job would curse God. Instead, Job blessed God. But time has passed, and Job has had nothing to do but sit and think. He has no more distractions—no possessions to protect, no wealth to invest, no household to run, no children to visit. For seven days of voiceless grief questions have been fermenting in his soul. The wineskin bursts. His anguish finds its voice. Job opened his mouth “and cursed his day.” Was Satan right, after all? This is a different