The topaz of Ethiopia cannot compare with it, Against purest gold, can it not be weighed.

A father, was, I, to the needy, and, as for the cause which I knew not, I used to search it out;

My root, is laid open to the waters, and, the dew, shall lodge for the night in my boughs;

After I had spoken, they spake not again, and, upon them, used my speech to drop;

I laughed at them - they lost confidence, and, the light of my countenance, they suffered not to fail;

In want and hunger, they were lean, - who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!

They abhor me - have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld - spittle!

Night, boreth, my bones, all over me, - and, my sinews, find no rest;

I cry out for help unto thee, and thou dost not answer, I stand still, and thou dost gaze at me;

Only, against a heap of ruins, will one not thrust a hand! Surely, when one is in calamity - for that very reason, is there an outcry for help.

I boiled within me, and rested not, There confronted me - days of affliction;

Is there not calamity, for the perverse? and misfortune, for the workers of iniquity?

Would, he, not see my ways? and of all my steps, take account?

Verily I walked not in falsity, nor did my foot haste unto deceit: -

Let him weigh me in balances of righteousness, - and let GOD take note of mine integrity!

Did not he who, in the womb, made me, make him? And is not he who formed us in the body one?

Or, used to eat my morsel alone, so that the fatherless did not eat thereof;

If his loins did not bless me, or if, with the fleece of my lambs, he did not warm himself;

If I shook - against the fatherless - my hand, when I saw, in the gate, his need of my help,

For, a dread unto me, was calamity from GOD, and, from his majesty, I could not escape.

If the men of my household have not said, Oh for some of his flesh - we cannot get filled,

Outside, the sojourner lodged not for the night, My doors - to the wayfarer, I threw open.

Then let me be made to tremble at a great throng, yea let, the contempt of families, terrify me, so that, keeping silence, I shall not go out of the door!

Oh! would I not, upon my shoulder, lift it, or bind it as a crown upon me;

and, against his three friends, was kindled his anger, - because that they found not a response, and condemned God.

Great men, may not be wise, nor, elders, understand justice.

Lest ye should say, We have found out wisdom. GOD, must put him to flight, not man.

Since he directed not to me discourse, therefore, with your speeches, will I not reply to him.

Though I waited, yet could they not speak, Surely they came to a stand, they responded no more.

Lo! my bosom, is like wine not opened, Like new wine-skins, it will burst.

Surely I know not how to give flattering titles, How soon might my Maker take me away!

Lo! my terror, will not startle thee, nor, my hand, upon thee, be heavy.

Lo! in this, thou hast not been right - let me answer thee, For, GOD, is greater than, man.

For, in one way, GOD may speak, - and, in a second way, one may not heed it: -

In a dream, a vision of the night, when a deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed,

He sang before men, and said, I sinned, and, uprightness, I perverted, yet he requited me not;

If not, do, thou, hearken unto me, Be silent, that I may teach thee wisdom.

Concerning mine own right, shall I tell a falsehood? Incurable is my disease - not for any transgression.

For he hath said, It profiteth not a man, when, his good pleasure, is with God.

Nay, verily, GOD, will not condemn unjustly, - nor, the Almighty, pervert justice.

In a moment, they die, even in the middle of the night, - A people are convulsed when they pass away, A mighty one is removed, without hand;

Therefore, he observeth their works, - and overturneth them in a night, and they are crushed;

That impious men may not reign, nor be ensnarers of the people.

For, unto GOD, hath one ever said - I have borne punishment, I will not be perverse;

What I see not, do, thou, shew me, If, perverseness, I have wrought, I will do it no more?

According to thy mind, must he requite it, that thou hast refused? For, thou, must choose, and not, I, What then thou knowest, speak!

Job, without knowledge, doth speak, and, his words, are not with discretion.

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

There, men make outcry, and he answereth not, because of the arrogance of evil-doers.

Howbeit, vanity, will GOD not hear, Yea, the Almighty, will not regard it.

How much less when thou sayest thou wilt not regard him! The cause, is before him, and thou must wait for him.

But, now, because it is not so, thou sayest - His anger hath punished, and yet hath he not at all known of transgression;

For, of a truth - not false, are my words, One of competent knowledge, is with thee.

Lo! GOD, is mighty, yet will he not despise, Mighty in vigour of mind;

He will not keep alive one who is lawless, but, the right of oppressed ones, will he grant;

He will not withdraw - from a righteous one - his eyes, - but, with kings on the throne, He hath seated men triumphantly, and they have been exalted.

But, if they would not hearken, by a weapon, should they pass away, and breathe their last, no one knowing.

Yea, the impious in heart, should store up anger, They should not cry for help, when he bound them.

Because there is wrath, beware lest he take thee away with a stroke, Then let not, a great ransom, mislead thee.

Will he value thy riches? Nay not precious ore, nor all the forces of strength.

Do not pant for the night, when peoples disappear from their place.

Beware, do not turn unto iniquity, For, this, thou hast chosen rather than affliction.

On the hand of every man, he setteth a seal, that all men may take note of his doing.

Yet, now, men see not the light, bright though it is in the skies, when, a wind, hath passed over, and cleansed them.

The Almighty, whom we have not fully found out, is great in vigour, - Neither, justice nor abounding righteousness, will he weaken.

Therefore, do men revere him, He will not regard any who are wise in heart.

Their young become strong, they grow up in the open field, they go out, and return not unto them.

He laugheth at the throng of the city, The shoutings of the driver, he heareth not;

Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?

He laugheth at dread, and is not dismayed, neither turneth he back, from the face of the sword;

With stamping and rage, he drinketh up the ground, - he will not stand still when the horn soundeth;

Once, have I spoken, but I will not proceed, yea twice, but I will not add.

Lo! the river becometh insolent - he is not alarmed! He is confident, though a Jordan burst forth to his mouth:

Lo! any hope of him, hath been found deceptive, Even at the sight of him, shall not one be overwhelmed?

I will not pass by in silence his parts, or the matter of strength, or the grace of his armour.

As for him that assaileth him, the sword availeth not, spear, dart, or coat of mail:

The arrow, will not make him flee, Into chaff, are sling-stones changed by him:

There is not - upon the dust - his like, that hath been made to be without fear;

Who is it that hideth counsel without knowledge? Therefore, have I declared, but not understood, things too wonderful for me, which I could not know.

And it came to pass, after Yahweh had spoken these words unto Job, that Yahweh, said unto Eliphaz the Temanite, Kindled is mine anger against thee and against thy two friends, for ye have not spoken concerning me the thing that is right, like my servant Job.

Now, therefore, take unto you seven bullocks and seven rams, and go unto my servant Job, and ye shall offer up an ascending-sacrifice in your own behalf, and, Job my servant, shall pray over you, - for, him, will I accept, that I may not deal out to you disgrace, because ye have not spoken concerning me the thing that is right, like my servant Job.

How happy the man, who hath not walked in the counsel of the lawless, - and, in the way of sinners, hath not stood, and, in the seat of scoffers, hath not sat;

But, in the law of Yahweh, is his delight, - and, in his law, doth he talk with himself day and night.

So doth he become like a tree planted by streams of waters, - that yieldeth, its fruit, in its season, whose leaf, also doth not wither, and, whatsoever he doeth, prospereth.

Not so, the lawless, - but as chaff which is driven about by the wind:

For this cause, shall the lawless not stand in the judgment, - nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.

I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.

Be deeply moved, but do not sin, - Ponder in your own heart upon your bed, and be silent. Selah.

For, not a GOD finding pleasure in lawlessness, art thou, and wrong can be no guest of thine:

Boasters, shall not station themselves, before thine eyes, - Thou hatest all workers of iniquity:

O Yahweh! do not, in thine anger, correct me, nor, in thy wrath, chastise me.

I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, - With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

If I have requited my friend with wrong, - or have oppressed mine adversary without need,

If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, - his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:

Thus let them who know thy Name, put confidence in thee, that thou hast not forsaken the searchers for thee, O Yahweh.

When he was making inquisition for blood, of them, had he remembrance, he forgat not the outcry of the oppressed.

The nations, have sunk, in the pit they had made, In the net which they had hidden, is caught their own foot.

For, not always, shall the needy, be forgotten, - nor, the hope of the oppressed, perish for ever.

Rise! Yahweh! let man not prevail, let the nations be judged before thee.

The lawless one, in the loftiness of his countenance, will not enquire, God is not in any of his plots: