Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.

Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.

Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.

To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?

Hath one tried a word with thee? -- Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able?

Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off?

Who is giving rain on the face of the land, And is sending waters on the out-places.

Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.

Wise in heart and strong in power -- Who hath hardened toward Him and is at peace?

Who is removing mountains, And they have not known, Who hath overturned them in His anger.

Who is shaking earth from its place, And its pillars move themselves.

Who is speaking to the sun, and it riseth not, And the stars He sealeth up.

Lo, He snatches away, who bringeth it back? Who saith unto Him, 'What dost Thou?'

Whom, though I were righteous, I answer not, For my judgment I make supplication.

If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?

Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who is he?

If He pass on, and shut up, and assemble, Who then dost reverse it?

I also have a heart like you, I am not fallen more than you, And with whom is there not like these?

'Who hath not known in all these, That the hand of Jehovah hath done this?

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

Who giveth a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?

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

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

Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.

Who doth declare to his face his way? And for that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?

Who have been cut down unexpectedly, A flood is poured out on their foundation.

And He is in one mind, And who doth turn Him back? And His soul hath desired -- and He doth it.

Drought -- also heat -- consume snow-waters, Sheol those who have sinned.

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?

Is their any number to His troops? And on whom ariseth not His light?

With whom hast thou declared words? And whose breath came forth from thee?

Lo, these are the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?

Who doth make me as in months past, As in the days of God's preserving me?

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

Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.

Who is a man like Job? He drinketh scoffing like water,

Who hath inspected for Himself the earth? And who hath placed all the habitable world?

Who hath said to a king -- 'Worthless,' Unto princes -- 'Wicked?'

And He giveth rest, and who maketh wrong? And hideth the face, and who beholdeth it? And in reference to a nation and to a man, It is the same.

Lo, God doth sit on high by His power, Who is like Him -- a teacher?

Who hath appointed unto Him his way? And who said, 'Thou hast done iniquity?'

Who is this -- darkening counsel, By words without knowledge?

Who placed its measures -- if thou knowest? Or who hath stretched out upon it a line?

On what have its sockets been sunk? Or who hath cast its corner-stone?

Who hath divided for the flood a conduit? And a way for the lightning of the voices?

Hath the rain a father? Or who hath begotten the drops of dew?

From whose belly came forth the ice? And the hoar-frost of the heavens, Who hath begotten it?

Who hath put in the inward parts wisdom? Or who hath given To the covered part understanding?

Who doth number the clouds by wisdom? And the bottles of the heavens, Who doth cause to lie down,

Who doth prepare for a raven his provision, When his young ones cry unto God? They wander without food.

Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?

None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who is he before Me stationeth himself?

Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it is mine.

Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?

The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth are terrible.

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