Have not you made a hedge about him, and about his house, and about all that he has on every side? you have blessed the work of his hands, and his possessions are increased in the land.

And the LORD said unto Satan, Behold, all that he has is in your power; only upon himself put not forth your hand. So Satan went forth from the presence of the LORD.

In all this Job sinned not, nor charged God with wrong.

But he said unto her, You speak as one of the foolish women speaks. What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil? In all this did not Job sin with his lips.

And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they tore every one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.

Let the day perish on which I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a male child conceived.

Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.

As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not rejoice among the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.

Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come into it.

Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from my eyes.

Why died I not from the womb? why did I not expire when I came out of the womb?

Or as a hidden untimely birth, I had not been; as infants who never saw light.

There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.

Who long for death, but it comes not; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures;

I was not at ease, neither had I quiet, neither was I at rest; yet trouble came.

Is not this your fear, your confidence, your hope, and the uprightness of your ways?

In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on men,

It stood still, but I could not discern its form: an image was before my eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,

Does not their excellence which is in them go away? they die, even without wisdom.

For affliction comes not forth from the dust, neither does trouble spring out of the ground;

They meet with darkness in the daytime, and grope in the noonday as in the night.

Behold, happy is the man whom God corrects: therefore despise not the chastening of the Almighty:

Then should I still have comfort; yea, I would exult myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

Is not my help within me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?

Return, I pray you, let it not be injustice; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it.

Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of a hireling?

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no more: your eyes are upon me, and I am not.

Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

I loathe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

How long will you not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

Shall not they teach you, and tell you, and utter words out of their heart?

While it is yet green, and not cut down, it withers before any other plant.

He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: he shall hold it fast, but it shall not endure.

If he is destroyed from his place, then it will deny him, saying, I have not seen you.

Behold, God will not cast away a blameless man, neither will he help the evil doers:

Who removes the mountains, and they know not: who overturns them in his anger.

Who commands the sun, and it rises not; and seals up the stars.

Lo, he goes by me, and I see him not: he passes on also, but I perceive him not.

If God will not withdraw his anger, the proud helpers do bow before him.

For, though I were righteous, yet could I not answer, but I would make supplication to my judge.

If I had called, and he had answered me; yet would I not believe that he had hearkened unto my voice.

He will not permit me to take my breath, but fills me with bitterness.

Though I were blameless, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.

The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covers the faces of its judges; if not he, who then is it?

I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.

For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we should come together in trial.

Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:

Then would I speak, and not fear him; but it is not so with me.

I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; show me why you contend with me.

You know that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of your hand.

Have you not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and have knit me together with bones and sinews.

If I sin, then you mark me, and you will not acquit me from my iniquity.

If I am wicked, woe unto me; and if I am righteous, yet can I not lift up my head. I am full of disgrace; therefore see my affliction;

I would have been as though I had not been; I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.

Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

Before I go where I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

Should not the multitude of words be answered? and should a man full of talk be justified?

For he knows vain men: he sees wickedness also; will he not then consider it?

If iniquity be in your hand, put it far away, and let not wickedness dwell in your tents.

For then shall you lift up your face without spot; yea, you shall be steadfast, and shall not fear:

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as one dying.

But I have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you: yea, who knows not such things as these?

Who knows not among all these that the hand of the LORD has done this?

Does not the ear test words? and the mouth taste its food?

What you know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.

Shall not his excellence make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?

He also shall be my salvation: for a hypocrite shall not come before him.

Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from you.

Withdraw your hand far from me: and let not your dread make me afraid.

He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down: he flees also as a shadow, and continues not.

For there is hope for a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender shoots thereof will not cease.

So man lies down, and rises not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.

For now you number my steps: do not watch over my sin.

His sons come to honor, and he knows it not; and they are brought low, but he perceives it not of them.

Your own mouth condemns you, and not I: yea, your own lips testify against you.

What know you, that we know not? what understand you, which is not in us?

Behold, he puts no trust in his holy ones; yea, the heavens are not clean in his sight.

Which wise men have told from their fathers, and have not hid it:

He believes not that he shall return out of darkness, and he is waited for by the sword.

He shall not be rich, neither shall his wealth continue, neither shall he overspread the earth with it.

He shall not depart out of darkness; the flame shall dry up his branches, and by the breath of his mouth shall he go away.

Let not him that is deceived trust in vanity: for futility shall be his reward.

It shall be accomplished before his time, and his branch shall not be green.

Though I speak, my grief is not relieved: and though I forbear, how am I eased?

His archers surround me, he slashes my kidneys asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.

Not for any violence in my hands: also my prayer is pure.

O earth, cover not my blood, and let my cry have no place.

When a few years have come, then I shall go the way where I shall not return.

Are there not mockers with me? and does not my eye continue in their provocation?

For you have hidden their heart from understanding: therefore shall you not exalt them.

They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the flame of his fire shall not shine.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walks upon a snare.

Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked, and this is the place of him that knows not God.

These ten times have you reproached me: you are not ashamed that you have wronged me.

Know now that God has overthrown me, and has compassed me with his net.

Behold, I cry out concerning wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no justice.