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

This, man dieth, in the very perfection of his prosperity, wholly tranquil and secure;

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.

Who can declare - to his face - his way? And, what, he, hath done, who shall recompense to him?

Yet, he, to the graves, is borne, and, over the tomb, one keepeth watch;

How then should ye comfort me with vanity, since, as for your replies, there lurketh, in them treachery?

Whereas, this other man, dieth, in bitterness of soul, and hath never tasted good fortune:

They become as straw before the wind, and as chaff, which the storm stealeth away.

Lo! I know your plans, and the devices, wherewith ye would do me violence!

Together, in the dust, they lie down, and, the worm, spreadeth a covering over them.

Wherefore do, lawless men, live, advance in years, even wax mighty in power?

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

Yet they said unto GOD, Depart from us, and, In the knowledge of thy ways, find we no pleasure.

Have ye not asked the passers-by in the way? And, their signs, can ye not recognise?

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

They complete, in prosperity, their days, and, in a moment to hades, they sink down.

They rejoice aloud as with timbrel and lyre, and make merry to the sound of the pipe;

They send forth - like a flock - their young ones, and, their children, skip about for joy;

What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? Or what shall we profit, that we should urge him?

How oft, the lamp of the lawless, goeth out, and their calamity, cometh upon them, Sorrows, apportioneth he in his anger;

Hear ye patiently my words, and let this be your consolation:

Suffer me, that, I, may speak, and, after I have spoken, thou canst mock!

His bull, covereth, and causeth not aversion, His cow safely calveth, and casteth not her young;

Turn round to me, and be astonished, and lay hand on mouth!

Shall, GOD, reserve, for his children, his sorrow? Let him recompense him so that he may know it;

For what shall be his pleasure in his house after him, when, the number of his months, is cut in twain?

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

His own eyes, shall see his misfortune, and, the wrath of the Almighty, shall he drink.

Did, I, unto man, make my complaint? Wherefore, then, should my spirit not be impatient?

Lo! not in their own hand, is their welfare, The counsel of lawless men, is far from me!

Their seed, is established in their sight, along with them, yea their offspring, before their eyes;

When I call to mind, then am I dismayed, and there seizeth my flesh a shuddering: -