Also -- surely abominable and filthy Is man drinking as water perverseness.

I shew thee -- hearken to me -- And this I have seen and declare:

A fearful voice is in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.

He is wandering for bread -- 'Where is it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.

Which the wise declare -- And have not hid -- from their fathers.

Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.

To them alone was the land given, And a stranger passed not over into their midst:

And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.

He shaketh off as a vine his unripe fruit, And casteth off as an olive his blossom.

He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.

He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.

For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over his confidence.

To conceive misery, and to bear iniquity, Even their heart doth prepare deceit.

'All days of the wicked he is paining himself, And few years have been laid up for the terrible one.

He believeth not to return from darkness, And watched is he for the sword.

And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: --

What is man that he is pure, And that he is righteous, one born of woman?

Lo, in His holy ones He putteth no credence, And the heavens have not been pure in His eyes.

Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.

He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!

Yea, thou dost make reverence void, And dost diminish meditation before God.

Of the secret counsel of God dost thou hear? And withdrawest thou unto thee wisdom?

For the company of the profane is gloomy, And fire hath consumed tents of bribery.

Doth a wise man answer with vain knowledge? And fill with an east wind his belly?

Not in his day is it completed, And his bending branch is not green.

Both the gray-headed And the very aged are among us -- Greater than thy father in days.

For he stretched out against God his hand, And against the Mighty he maketh himself mighty.

For thy mouth teacheth thine iniquity, And thou chooseth the tongue of the subtile.

Thy mouth declareth thee wicked, and not I, And thy lips testify against thee.

Too few for thee are the comforts of God? And a gentle word is with thee,

For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:

The first man art thou born? And before the heights wast thou formed?

What hast thou known, and we know not? Understandest thou -- and it is not with us?

What -- doth thine heart take thee away? And what -- are thine eyes high?

To reason with a word not useful? And speeches -- no profit in them?