Yet, man, dieth, and is prostrate, Yea the son of earth doth cease to breathe, and where is he?

A wanderer, he, for bread, saying Where is it ? He knoweth that, prepared by his own hand, is the day of darkness;

Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!

Like his own stubble, shall he utterly perish, They who had seen him, shall say, Where is he?

For ye say, Where is the house of the noble-minded? And where the dwelling-tent of the lawless?

Oh that I knew where I might find him! I would come even unto his dwelling-place;

On the north, where he worketh, but I get no vision, He hideth himself on the south that I cannot see him.

A, boundary, hath he encircled on the face of the waters, as far as where light ends in darkness;

Yet where can, Wisdom, be found? And where is the place of understanding?

Whence then cometh, wisdom? And where is the place of understanding?

No darkness, and no death-shade, where the workers of iniquity may hide.

But none saith - Where is GOD my maker, Who giveth songs in the night;

Where wast thou, when I founded the earth? Tell, if thou knowest understanding!

Where then is the way, the light shall abide? And, the darkness, where then is its place?

Where then is the way the lightning is parted? The east wind spreadeth itself abroad over the earth.

To give rain over the no-man's land, the desert, where no son of earth is;

And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.

Surely the mountains bring, produce, to him, where, all the wild beasts of the field, do play;