Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.

For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,

But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.

Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.'

Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.

Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.

Lo, this -- we searched it out -- it is right, hearken; And thou, know for thyself!

For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.

Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid.

And, now, please, look upon me, Even to your face do I lie?

Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!

If pure and upright thou art, Surely now He waketh for thee, And hath completed The habitation of thy righteousness.

(For of yesterday we are, and we know not, For a shadow are our days on earth.)

Doing great things till there is no searching, And wonderful, till there is no numbering.

Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life.

I say unto God, 'Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive with me.

For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.

A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade -- and no order, And the shining is as thick darkness.'

And declare to thee secrets of wisdom, For counsel hath foldings. And know thou that God forgetteth for thee, Some of thine iniquity.

Turning aside the heart Of the heads of the people of the land, And he causeth them to wander In vacancy -- no way!

Who is he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.

How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.

But now, my steps Thou numberest, Thou dost not watch over my sin.

To reason with a word not useful? And speeches -- no profit in them?

What hast thou known, and we know not? Understandest thou -- and it is not with us?

Lo, in His holy ones He putteth no credence, And the heavens have not been pure in His eyes.

Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,

Also, now, lo, in the heavens is my witness, And my testifier in the high places.

And where is now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.

He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.

Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,

Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.

Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?

Be ye afraid because of the sword, For furious are the punishments of the sword, That ye may know that there is a judgment.

Have ye not asked those passing by the way? And their signs do ye not know?

Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.

Is not thy wickedness abundant? And there is no end to thine iniquities.

I know the words He doth answer me, And understand what He saith to me.

In the abundance of power doth He strive with me? No! surely He putteth it in me.

The naked they cause to lodge Without clothing. And there is no covering in the cold.

And the eye of an adulterer Hath observed the twilight, Saying, 'No eye doth behold me.' And he putteth the face in secret.

Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten on him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.

Treating evil the barren who beareth not, And to the widow he doth no good,

And if not now, who doth prove me a liar, And doth make of nothing my word?

Naked is Sheol over-against Him, And there is no covering to destruction.

For I deliver the afflicted who is crying, And the fatherless who hath no helper.

I laugh unto them -- they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.

And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.

And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.

They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, 'He hath no helper.'

And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.

He doth weigh me in righteous balances, And God doth know my integrity.

If I see any perishing without clothing, And there is no covering to the needy,

And Elihu seeth that there is no answer in the mouth of the three men, and his anger burneth.

And unto you I attend, And lo, there is no reasoner for Job, Or answerer of his sayings among you.

Lo, my breast is as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.

Pure am I, without transgression, Innocent am I, and I have no iniquity.

Judgment let us choose for ourselves, Let us know among ourselves what is good.

There is no darkness nor death-shade, For workers of iniquity to be hidden there;

He breaketh the mighty -- no searching! And He appointeth others in their stead.

And, now, because there is not, He hath appointed His anger, And He hath not known in great extremity.

And also He moved thee from a strait place, To a broad place -- no straitness under it, And the sitting beyond of thy table Hath been full of fatness.

Lo, God is high, And we know not the number of His years, Yea, there is no searching.

God thundereth with His voice wonderfully, Doing great things and we know not.

Dost thou know when God doth place them, And caused to shine the light of His cloud?

Dost thou know the balancings of a cloud? The wonders of the Perfect in knowledge?

Let us know what we say to Him, We set not in array because of darkness.

And now, they have not seen the light, Bright it is in the clouds, And the wind hath passed by and cleanseth them.

Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, And I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.

Hast thou commanded morning since thy days? Causest thou the dawn to know its place?

To cause it to rain on a land -- no man, A wilderness -- no man in it.

Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.

He is a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;

One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.

Who is this, hiding counsel without knowledge?' Therefore, I have declared, and understand not, Too wonderful for me, and I know not.

Hear, I pray thee, and I -- I do speak, I ask thee, and cause thou me to know.'

By the hearing of the ear I heard Thee, And now mine eye hath seen Thee.

And now, take to you seven bullocks and seven rams, and go ye unto My servant Job, and ye have caused a burnt-offering to ascend for you; and Job My servant doth pray for you, for surely his face I accept, so as not to do with you folly, because ye have not spoken concerning Me rightly, like My servant Job.