A covenant I made for mine eyes, And what -- do I attend to a virgin?

In the street doth not lodge a stranger, My doors to the traveller I open.

If I have covered as Adam my transgressions, To hide in my bosom mine iniquity,

The number of my steps I tell Him, As a leader I approach Him.

If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,

Because I fear a great multitude, And the contempt of families doth affright me, Then I am silent, I go not out of the opening.

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

Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.

If I see the light when it shineth, And the precious moon walking,

Instead of wheat let a thorn go forth, And instead of barley a useless weed! The words of Job are finished.

If I despise the cause of my man-servant, And of my handmaid, In their contending with me,

If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on myself.

If I have made gold my confidence, And to the pure gold have said, 'My trust,'

If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the widow do consume,

If its strength I consumed without money, And the life of its possessors, I have caused to breathe out,

If my heart hath been enticed by woman, And by the opening of my neighbour I laid wait,

And what is the portion of God from above? And the inheritance of the Mighty from the heights?

Doth not He see my ways, And all my steps number?

If I rejoice at the ruin of my hater, And stirred up myself when evil found him,

He doth weigh me in righteous balances, And God doth know my integrity.

For a fire it is, to destruction it consumeth, And among all mine increase doth take root,

Yea, I have not suffered my mouth to sin, To ask with an oath his life.

If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,

Then what do I do when God ariseth? And when He doth inspect, What do I answer Him?

And I do eat my morsel by myself, And the orphan hath not eat of it,

If I have walked with vanity, And my foot doth hasten to deceit,

If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,

If I rejoice because great is my wealth, And because abundance hath my hand found,

And my heart is enticed in secret, And my hand doth kiss my mouth,

For it is a wicked thing, and a judicial iniquity;

Grind to another let my wife, And over her let others bend.

If I see any perishing without clothing, And there is no covering to the needy,

For a dread unto me is calamity from God, And because of His excellency I am not able.

Is not calamity to the perverse? And strangeness to workers of iniquity?

My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.

If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in him the gate of my court,

(But from my youth He grew up with me as with a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)

If not -- say ye, O men of my tent, 'O that we had of his flesh, we are not satisfied.'

It also is a judicial iniquity, For I had lied to God above.

Let me sow -- and another eat, And my products let be rooted out.