By the blast of GOD, they perish, And, by the breath of his nostrils, are they consumed:

Notwithstanding the roaring of the lion, and the noise of the howling lion, yet, the teeth of the fierce lions, are broken:

The strong lion perishing for lack of prey, Even the whelps of the lioness, are scattered.

How much more the dwellers in houses of clay, which, in the dust, have their foundation, which are crushed sooner than a moth:

Betwixt morning and evening, are they broken in pieces, With none to save, they utterly perish:

His children are far removed from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, and there is none to deliver:

Setting the lowly on high, and, mourners, are uplifted to safety;

For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.

My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.

By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.

Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:

They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.

How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?

To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?

Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?

My days, are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.

Nor shall see me - the eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.

I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.

For, of yesterday, are, we, and cannot know, for, a shadow, are our days upon earth:

Over a heap, his roots are entwined, a place of stones, he descrieth;

My days, therefore, are swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have seen no good.

As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?

Are not my days, few? - then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;

That he would declare to thee the secrets of wisdom, for they are double to that which actually is, - -Know then that GOD could bring into forgetfulness for thee, a portion of thine iniquity.

Of a truth, ye, are the people, and, with you, wisdom, will die.

For ruin, there is contempt, in the thought of the man at ease, - ready, for such as are of faltering foot!

At peace are the tents that belong to the spoilers, and there is security to them who provoke GOD, To him who bringeth a god in his hand.

With Him, are wisdom and strength, to Him, pertain counsel and understanding.

He will, severely rebuke, you, if ye are secretly partial.

Are not your memorable sayings, proverbs of ashes? Breastworks of clay, your breastworks?

How many are mine iniquities and sins? My transgression and my sin, let me know!

So, a man, hath lain down, and shall not arise, until there are no heavens, they shall not awake, nor be roused up out of their sleep.

His sons, come to honour, and he knoweth it not, Or they are brought low, and he perceiveth it not of them.

Both hoary and venerable, are among us, one mightier than thy father in days!

Too small for thee, are the consolations of GOD? or a word spoken gently with thee?

Lo! in his holy ones, he putteth not confidence, and, the heavens, are not pure in his eyes:

I have heard many such things, Wearisome comforters, are ye all!

And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears: -

My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.

Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.

Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.

My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!

Wherefore are we accounted like beasts? or appear stupid, in thine eyes?

The steppings of his strength are hemmed in, and his own counsel casteth him down;

Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.

Surely, these, are the dwellings of him that is perverse, and, this, is the place of him that knoweth not GOD.

My Brethren - from beside me, hath he moved far away, and, mine acquaintance, are wholly estranged from me;

Whom, I myself, shall see, on my side, and, mine own eyes, shall have looked upon, and not those of a stranger. Exhausted are my deepest desires in my bosom!

His bones, are full of youthful vigour, yet, with him - in the dust, shall it lie down.

Their houses, are at peace, without dread, neither is, the rod of GOD, upon them;

Is it, to GOD, one can teach knowledge, seeing that, he, shall judge, them who are on high?

His veins, are filled with nourishment, and, the marrow of his bones, is fresh;

That, to the day of calamity, is the wicked reserved, to the day of indignant visitation, are they led.

Pleasant to him are the mounds of the torrent-bed, - and, after him, doth every man march, as, before him, there were without number.

Is not, thy wickedness, great? and, without end, are not thine iniquities?

For this cause, round about thee, are snares, and a dread startleth thee suddenly;

Is not, GOD, in the height of the heavens? Behold, then, the head of the stars, that they are high.

Dark clouds, are a veil to him, and he cannot see, or, the vault of the heavens, doth he walk?

Wherefore, since from the Almighty times are not hid, have, his knowing ones, no vision of his days?

They turn aside the needy out of the way, at once, are the humbled of the land made to hide themselves.

Ill-clad, they are left to lodge without clothing, and have no covering in the cold;

With the sweeping rain of the mountains, are they wet, and, through having no shelter, they embrace a rock.

Between their walls, are they exposed to the sun, Wine-presses, they tread, and yet are thirsty;

They, have become rebels against the light, - they are not acquainted with the ways thereof, neither abide they in the paths thereof.

It is given him to be secure, and confident, yet, his eyes, are upon their ways.

They are exalted a little, and are not, Yea having been laid low, like all men, are they gathered, Even as the top of an ear of corn, do they hang down.

Dominion and dread, are with him, who causeth prosperity among his lofty ones;

Look as far as the moon, and it is not clear, and, the stars, are not bright in his eyes!

The pillars of the heavens, are shaken, and are terrified at his rebuke:

Lo! these, are the fringes of his way, and what a whisper of a word hath been heard of him! But, the thunder of his might, who could understand?

Lo! ye, have, all of you, seen, Wherefore, then, is it, that ye are utterly without purpose?

The place of sapphires, are the stones thereof, and it hath, nuggets of gold: -

But, now, they who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused - to set with the dogs of my flock.

There are turned upon me terrors, - Chased away as with a wind, is mine abundance, and, as a cloud, hath passed away my prosperity.

Instead of wheat, let there come forth bramble, and, instead of barley, a bad-smelling weed! Ended are the words of Job.

So then Elihu, son of Barachel, the Buzite, responded and said: - Young, am I, whereas, ye, are aged, For this cause, I faltered, and feared - to shew my knowledge unto you:

His flesh wasteth away out of sight, and bared are the bones once unseen;

For he hath shewn no respect of persons unto princes, neither hath he recognised the rich rather than the poor? For, the work of his hands, are they all.

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;

For, his eyes, are on the ways of a man, and, all his footsteps, he beholdeth, -

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

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

Look at the heavens and see, - and survey the skies - they are higher than thou.

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

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

Thou knowest, for, then, hadst thou been born! And, in number, thy days are many!

Like a stone, are the waters congealed, and, the face of the roaring deep, becometh firm!

When the dust is cast into a clod, and the lumps are bound together?

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

He bendeth down his tail like a cedar, the sinews of his thighs, are twisted together;

His bones, are barrels of bronze, his frame, is like hammered bars of iron:

The doors of his face, who hath opened? The circles of his teeth, are a terror!

A pride, are his arched sides, closed up, with a firm seal;

His sneezings, flash forth light, and, his eyes, are like the eyelashes of the dawn;

At his rising up, mighty men are afraid, by reason of terror, they are beside themselves:

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

His underparts, are points of potsherd, a pointed threshing roller spreadeth out upon the slime:

Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish by the way, for soon might be kindled his anger, - How happy are all who seek refuge in him!

Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;

Multitudes, are saying, Who will show us prosperity? Lift thou upon us the light of thy countenance, O Yahweh.