And his sons went and held a feast in the house of each one upon his day; and they sent and called for their three sisters to eat and to drink with them.

And it was so, when the days of their feasting were gone about, that Job sent and sanctified them, and rose up early in the morning, and offered burnt-offerings according to the number of them all: for Job said, It may be that my sons have sinned, and renounced God in their hearts. Thus did Job continually.

And Jehovah said unto Satan, Whence comest thou? Then Satan answered Jehovah, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

And Jehovah said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job? for there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and turneth away from evil.

Then Satan answered Jehovah, and said, Doth Job fear God for nought?

While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, The fire of God is fallen from heaven, and hath burned up the sheep and the servants, and consumed them; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee.

and, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee.

And Jehovah said unto Satan, From whence comest thou? And Satan answered Jehovah, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

And Jehovah said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job? for there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and turneth away from evil: and he still holdeth fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to destroy him without cause.

And Satan answered Jehovah, and said, Skin for skin, yea, all that a man hath will he give for his life.

So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.

Let that day be darkness; Let not God from above seek for it, Neither let the light shine upon it.

Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let all that maketh black the day terrify it.

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

Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:

For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest,

With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;

The small and the great are there: And the servant is free from his master.

Who long for death, but it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;

For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.

For the thing which I fear cometh upon me, And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.

Is not thy fear of God thy confidence, And the integrity of thy ways thy hope?

The old lion perisheth for lack of prey, And the whelps of the lioness are scattered abroad.

Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake.

Betwixt morning and evening they are destroyed: They perish for ever without any regarding it.

For vexation killeth the foolish man, And jealousy slayeth the silly one.

His children are far from safety, And they are crushed in the gate, Neither is there any to deliver them:

Whose harvest the hungry eateth up, And taketh it even out of the thorns; And the snare gapeth for their substance.

For affliction cometh not forth from the dust, Neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;

But as for me, I would seek unto God, And unto God would I commit my cause;

For he maketh sore, and bindeth up; He woundeth, and his hands make whole.

For thou shalt be in league with the stones of the field; And the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee.

Lo this, we have searched it, so it is; Hear it, and know thou it for thy good.

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!

To him that is ready to faint kindness'should be showed from his friend; Even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.

The caravans of Tema looked, The companies of Sheba waited for them.

For now ye are nothing; Ye see a terror, and are afraid.

Did I say, Give unto me? Or, Offer a present for me of your substance?

Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; For surely I shall not lie to your face.

As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:

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.

I loathe my life ; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.

If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?

And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.

If thou wert pure and upright: Surely now he would awake for thee, And make the habitation of thy righteousness prosperous.

For inquire, I pray thee, of the former age, And apply thyself to that which their fathers have searched out:

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow);

For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.

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

Then would I speak, and not fear him; For I am not so in myself.

My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

For thou sayest, My doctrine is pure, And I am clean in thine eyes.

And that he would show thee the secrets of wisdom! For he is manifold in understanding. Know therefore that God exacteth of thee less than thine iniquity deserveth.

For he knoweth false men: He seeth iniquity also, even though he consider it not.

If iniquity be in thy hand, put it far away, And let not unrighteousness dwell in thy tents.

Surely then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; Yea, thou shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear:

For thou shalt forget thy misery; Thou shalt remember it as waters that are passed away,

In the thought of him that is at ease there is contempt for misfortune; It is ready for them whose foot slippeth.

Will ye speak unrighteously for God, And talk deceitfully for him?

Will ye show partiality to him? Will ye contend for God?

Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.

Withdraw thy hand far from me; And let not thy terror make me afraid.

Wherefore hidest thou thy face, And holdest me for thine enemy?

For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth:

For there is hope of a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.

Yea, thou doest away with fear, And hinderest devotion before God.

For thine iniquity teacheth thy mouth, And thou choosest the tongue of the crafty.

Are the consolations of God too small for thee, Even the word that is gentle toward thee?

The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, Even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.

He believeth not that he shall return out of darkness, And he is waited for of the sword.

He wandereth abroad for bread,'saying , Where is it? He knoweth that the day of darkness is ready at his hand.

Let him not trust in vanity, deceiving himself; For vanity shall be his recompense.

For the company of the godless shall be barren, And fire shall consume the tents of bribery.

I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And he that voucheth for me is on high.

For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is ready for me.

Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike hands with me?

For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: Therefore shalt thou not exalt them .

He that denounceth his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.

But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you.

If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

How long will ye hunt for words? Consider, and afterwards we will speak.

Thou that tearest thyself in thine anger, Shall the earth be forsaken for thee? Or shall the rock be removed out of its place?

Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, And the spark of his fire shall not shine.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, And he walketh upon the toils.

A noose is hid for him in the ground, And a trap for him in the way.

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

He hath put my brethren far from me, And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.

They that dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger; I am an alien in their sight.

Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; For the hand of God hath touched me.

That with an iron pen and lead They were graven in the rock for ever!

But as for me I know that my Redeemer liveth, And at last he will stand up upon the earth:

Be ye afraid of the sword: For wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, That ye may know there is a judgment.

That the triumphing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the godless but for a moment?

Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: They that have seen him shall say, Where is he?