And the day is, that sons of God come in to station themselves by Jehovah, and there doth come also the Adversary in their midst.

That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise.

A man there hath been in the land of Uz -- Job his name -- and that man hath been perfect and upright -- both fearing God, and turning aside from evil.

and he saith, 'Naked came I forth from the womb of my mother, and naked I turn back thither: Jehovah hath given and Jehovah hath taken: let the name of Jehovah be blessed.'

Where wast thou when I founded earth? Declare, if thou hast known understanding.

Stretching out the north over desolation, Hanging the earth upon nothing,

And Jehovah answereth Job out of the whirlwind, and saith: --

The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

Hast not Thou made a hedge for him, and for his house, and for all that he hath -- round about?

In the singing together of stars of morning, And all sons of God shout for joy,

And there are borne to him seven sons and three daughters,

And He saith to man: -- 'Lo, fear of the Lord, that is wisdom, And to turn from evil is understanding.'

And the day is, that his sons and his daughters are eating, and drinking wine, in the house of their brother, the first-born.

The Spirit of God hath made me, And the breath of the Mighty doth quicken me.

For sorrow cometh not forth from the dust, Nor from the ground springeth up misery.

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

And a messenger hath come in unto Job and saith, 'The oxen have been plowing, and the she-asses feeding by their sides,

Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!

Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.

Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.

Who doth prepare for a raven his provision, When his young ones cry unto God? They wander without food.

By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent.

And Job riseth, and rendeth his robe, and shaveth his head, and falleth to the earth, and doth obeisance,

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Hast thou set thy heart against My servant Job because there is none like him in the land, a man perfect and upright, fearing God, and turning aside from evil?'

and Sheba doth fall, and take them, and the young men they have smitten by the mouth of the sword, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

While this one is speaking another also hath come and saith, 'Thy sons and thy daughters are eating, and drinking wine, in the house of their brother, the first-born.

While this one is speaking another also hath come and saith, 'Chaldeans made three heads, and rush on the camels, and take them, and the young men they have smitten by the mouth of the sword, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

Doing great things till there is no searching, And wonderful, till there is no numbering.

By the hearing of the ear I heard Thee, And now mine eye hath seen Thee.

For He hath known the way with me, He hath tried me -- as gold I go forth.

That day -- let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.

While this one is speaking another also hath come and saith, 'Fire of God hath fallen from the heavens, and burneth among the flock, and among the young men, and consumeth them, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

Thou hast known that for all things Thou art able, And not withheld from Thee is any device:

In all this Job hath not sinned, nor given folly to God.

And lo, a great wind hath come from over the wilderness, and striketh against the four corners of the house, and it falleth on the young men, and they are dead, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.

Thou dost call, and I -- I answer Thee; To the work of Thy hands Thou hast desire.

Lo, He goeth over by me, and I see not, And He passeth on, and I attend not to it.

And empty man is bold, And the colt of a wild ass man is born.

The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes are upon me -- and I am not.

To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.

With Him are wisdom and might, To him are counsel and understanding.

Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?

Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.

(For of yesterday we are, and we know not, For a shadow are our days on earth.)

My soul is refusing to touch! They are as my sickening food.

Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.

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

To God doth one teach knowledge, And He the high doth judge?

If thou -- thou hast prepared thy heart, And hast spread out unto Him thy hands,

And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, 'A skin for a skin, and all that a man hath he doth give for his life.

But now, my steps Thou numberest, Thou dost not watch over my sin.

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

There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.

If thou dost return unto the Mighty Thou art built up, Thou puttest iniquity far from thy tents.

Do they not shew thee -- speak to thee, And from their heart bring forth words?

Lo, He breaketh down, and it is not built up, He shutteth against a man, And it is not opened.

Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit.

That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!

Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?

This one dieth in his perfect strength, Wholly at ease and quiet.

Lo, He snatches away, who bringeth it back? Who saith unto Him, 'What dost Thou?'

O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!

He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.

So as to set on the dust a defence, And on a rock of the valleys a covering.

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

Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.

Who is giving rain on the face of the land, And is sending waters on the out-places.

And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.

Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.

Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

Also -- He is to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Lo, he is in thy hand; only his life take care of.'

For then thou liftest up thy face from blemish, And thou hast been firm, and fearest not.

He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.

If iniquity is in thy hand, put it far off, And let not perverseness dwell in thy tents.

And if not now, who doth prove me a liar, And doth make of nothing my word?

Causing counsellors to go away a spoil, And judges He maketh foolish.

Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?

A sea -monster am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?

That night -- let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.

With Him are strength and wisdom, His the deceived and deceiver.

O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.

As I have seen -- ploughers of iniquity, And sowers of misery, reap it!

Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off?

When they bow down in dens -- Abide in a thicket for a covert?

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

To set the low on a high place, And the mourners have been high in safety.

For thou dost forget misery, As waters passed away thou rememberest.

If I sinned, then Thou hast observed me, And from mine iniquity dost not acquit me,

Sealed up in a bag is my transgression, And Thou sewest up mine iniquity.

In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.

Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.

Lo, He keepeth in the waters, and they are dried up, And he sendeth them forth, And they overturn the land.

And above the noon doth age rise, Thou fliest -- as the morning thou art.

And the eyes of the wicked are consumed, And refuge hath perished from them, And their hope is a breathing out of soul!

At this day westerns have been astonished And easterns have taken fright.

Removing deep things out of darkness, And He bringeth out to light death-shade.

Causing ministers to go away a spoil And strong ones He overthroweth.

To a despiser of his friends is shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.

And yet, a falling mountain wasteth away, And a rock is removed from its place.

Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with me, Changes and warfare are with me.

So are the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,

While it is in its budding -- uncropped, Even before any herb it withereth.

Whom, though I were righteous, I answer not, For my judgment I make supplication.

The bands of kings He hath opened, And He bindeth a girdle on their loins.

Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.

And thou hast trusted because their is hope, And searched -- in confidence thou liest down,

God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.

Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.

Pouring contempt upon princes, And the girdle of the mighty He made feeble.

Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.

And thou hast rested, And none is causing trembling, And many have entreated thy face;

Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,

Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.

Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.

When I said, 'My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.

Turning aside the lip of the stedfast, And the reason of the aged He taketh away.

His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.

And these Thou hast laid up in Thy heart, I have known that this is with Thee.

Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.

He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.

Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,

And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.

They feel darkness, and not light, He causeth them to wander as a drunkard.

Green he is before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.

'Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?

If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! -- it declareth me perverse.

Turning aside the heart Of the heads of the people of the land, And he causeth them to wander In vacancy -- no way!

Though I had called and He answereth me, I do not believe that He giveth ear to my voice.

Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.

And he taketh to him a potsherd to scrape himself with it, and he is sitting in the midst of the ashes.

My Father! let Job be tried -- unto victory, Because of answers for men of iniquity,

How much less do I -- I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him?

Only these are tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.

If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?

Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!

Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?

Making void thoughts of the subtile, And their hands do not execute wisdom.

Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travellers of Sheba hoped for them.

Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!

And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.

Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.

If one doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!

If I have done wickedly -- woe to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction,

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

Honoured are his sons, and he knoweth not; And they are little, and he attendeth not to them.

Wherefore have knees been before me? And what are breasts, that I suck?

Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life.

And He saveth the wasted from their mouth, And from a strong hand the needy,

and they lift up their eyes from afar and have not discerned him, and they lift up their voice and weep, and rend each his robe, and sprinkle dust on their heads -- heavenward.

For then on the Mighty thou delightest thyself, And dost lift up unto God thy face,

With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may be hewn.

Capturing the wise in their subtilty, And the counsel of wrestling ones was hastened,

My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,

By day they meet darkness, And as night -- they grope at noon.

(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)

And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.

What is my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?

All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.

For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,

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

From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.

There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.

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

With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.

When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.

And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,

And they sit with him on the earth seven days and seven nights, and there is none speaking unto him a word when they have seen that the pain hath been very great.

How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.

And Job answereth and saith: --

And there is hope to the poor, And perverseness hath shut her mouth.

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Whence camest thou?' And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, 'From going to and fro in the land, and from walking up and down in it.'

My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

That to a day of calamity is the wicked spared. To a day of wrath they are brought.

With the very aged is wisdom, And with length of days understanding.

Truly -- ye are the people, And with you doth wisdom die.

Magnifying the nations, and He destroyeth them, Spreading out the nations, and He quieteth them.

Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.

Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: 'A man-child hath been conceived.'

Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?

Who doth declare to his face his way? And for that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?

A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade -- and no order, And the shining is as thick darkness.'

Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.

Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.

Who is he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.

Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'

And Zophar the Naamathite answereth and saith: --

He delivereth the not innocent, Yea, he hath been delivered By the cleanness of thy hands.

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

I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days are vanity.

And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.

What is man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?

And call Thou, and I -- I answer, Or -- I speak, and answer Thou me.

For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.

And Job answereth and saith: --

Heights of the heavens! -- what dost thou? Deeper than Sheol! -- what knowest thou?

But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.

Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?

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

And declare to thee secrets of wisdom, For counsel hath foldings. And know thou that God forgetteth for thee, Some of thine iniquity.

A laughter to his friend I am: 'He calleth to God, and He answereth him,' A laughter is the perfect righteous one.

At destruction and at hunger thou mockest, And of the beast of the earth, Thou art not afraid.

Pray, call, is there any to answer thee? And unto which of the holy ones dost thou turn?

For provocation slayeth the perverse, And envy putteth to death the simple,

For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:

And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.

When the tongue scourgeth thou art hid, And thou art not afraid of destruction, When it cometh.

And he -- to the graves he is brought. And over the heap a watch is kept.

It cometh to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sendeth forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Yea, He raineth on him in his eating.

Also, now, lo, in the heavens is my witness, And my testifier in the high places.

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.

Thy devices make men keep silent, Thou scornest, and none is causing blushing!

'Who hath not known in all these, That the hand of Jehovah hath done this?

Is a multitude of words not answered? And is a man of lips justified?

I say unto God, 'Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive with me.

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

I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?

I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!

And Job answereth and saith: --

Small and great are there the same. And a servant is free from his lord.

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

A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?

Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses with silver.

The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.

Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,

And thou sayest, 'Pure is my discourse, And clean I have been in Thine eyes.'

For he hath known men of vanity, And He seeth iniquity, And one doth not consider it!

(For with sons of the field is thy covenant, And the beast of the field Hath been at peace with thee.)

To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?

Doth not the ear try words? And the palate taste food for itself?

As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,

And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,

And Bildad the Shuhite answereth and saith: --

My brethren have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away.

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

And how do ye comfort me with vanity, And in your answers hath been left trespass?

Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?

Lo, this is the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'

And thou hast known that thy tent is peace, And inspected thy habitation, and errest not,

Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?

If He pass on, and shut up, and assemble, Who then dost reverse it?

Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.

At peace are the tents of spoilers, And those provoking God have confidence, He into whose hand God hath brought.

And yet, O that God had spoken! And doth open His lips with thee.

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

How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.

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

While he filleth with laughter thy mouth, And thy lips with shouting,

I also have a heart like you, I am not fallen more than you, And with whom is there not like these?

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

Remove doth the increase of his house, Poured forth in a day of His anger.

Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.

And this one dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.

He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.

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.

A torch -- despised in the thoughts of the secure Is prepared for those sliding with the feet.

Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.

Those hating thee do put on shame, And the tent of the wicked is not!

Longer than earth is its measure, And broader than the sea.

Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?

In famine He hath redeemed thee from death, And in battle from the hands of the sword.

In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,

Lo, God doth not reject the perfect, Nor taketh hold on the hand of evil doers.

For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.

Truly I have known that it is so, And what -- is man righteous with God?

Thou comest in full age unto the grave, As the going up of a stalk in its season.

Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?

Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth -- seest Thou?

For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters are my roarings.

Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.

For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!

As the days of man are Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?

That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?

An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate.

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

For, ask I pray thee of a former generation, And prepare to a search of their fathers,

And thy beginning hath been small, And thy latter end is very great.

And hast known that numerous is Thy seed, And thine offspring as the herb of the earth;

And Job answereth and saith: --

And Job answereth and saith: --

Remember Thou that my life is a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

I -- I have seen the perverse taking root, And I mark his habitation straightway,

By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.

Shew me, and I -- I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand.

Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.

If thou dost seek early unto God, And unto the Mighty makest supplication,

My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself.

Lo, this -- we searched it out -- it is right, hearken; And thou, know for thyself!

Who is shaking earth from its place, And its pillars move themselves.

Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who is he?

Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.

So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.

Who is speaking to the sun, and it riseth not, And the stars He sealeth up.

Wise in heart and strong in power -- Who hath hardened toward Him and is at peace?

Till when dost thou speak these things? And a strong wind -- sayings of thy mouth?

Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid.

Doth God pervert judgment? And doth the Mighty One pervert justice?

And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: --

Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.

Job -- not with knowledge doth he speak, And his words are not with wisdom.

Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me?

And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him?

If I lay down then I said, 'When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

Thou prevailest over him for ever, and he goeth, He is changing his countenance, And Thou sendest him away.

Who is removing mountains, And they have not known, Who hath overturned them in His anger.

Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?

By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.

And the Mighty hath been thy defence, And silver is strength to thee.

As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,

If thy sons have sinned before Him, And He doth send them away, By the hand of their transgression,

O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!

My interpreter is my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:

Clothed hath been my flesh with worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.

'Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?

If pure and upright thou art, Surely now He waketh for thee, And hath completed The habitation of thy righteousness.

For he doth add to his sin, Transgression among us he vomiteth, And multiplieth his sayings to God.

It is the same thing, therefore I said, 'The perfect and the wicked He is consuming.'

Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.

He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.

And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth mine ear a little of it.

And thou decreest a saying, And it is established to thee, And on thy ways hath light shone.

If a scourge doth put to death suddenly, At the trial of the innocent He laugheth.

They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.

Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.'

Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to your friend.

They are as straw before wind, And as chaff a hurricane hath stolen away,

How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?

They were ashamed that one hath trusted, They have come unto it and are confounded.

And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?

For reproof -- do you reckon words? And for wind -- sayings of the desperate.

And Job answereth Jehovah and saith: --

Thou dost make supplication unto Him, And He doth hear thee, And thy vows thou completest.

Is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate desirable things?

And, now, please, look upon me, Even to your face do I lie?

If he delight to strive with Him -- He doth not answer him one of a thousand.

And he saith unto her, 'As one of the foolish women speaketh, thou speakest; yea, the good we receive from God, and the evil we do not receive.' In all this Job hath not sinned with his lips.

If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands,

I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.

The naked they cause to lodge Without clothing. And there is no covering in the cold.

Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Doth cause them to understand.

and his substance is seven thousand sheep, and three thousand camels, and five hundred pairs of oxen, and five hundred she-asses, and a service very abundant; and that man is greater than any of the sons of the east.

And it cometh to pass after Jehovah's speaking these words unto Job, that Jehovah saith unto Eliphaz the Temanite, 'Burned hath Mine anger against thee, and against thy two friends, because ye have not spoken concerning Me rightly, like My servant Job.

Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again -- my righteousness is in it.

I -- I am become wicked; why is this? In vain I labour.

Though I say, 'I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'

By searching dost thou find out God? Unto perfection find out the Mighty One?

Who giveth a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

And the day is, that sons of God come in to station themselves by Jehovah, and there doth come also the Adversary in their midst to station himself by Jehovah.

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Lo, all that he hath is in thy hand, only unto him put not forth thy hand.' And the Adversary goeth out from the presence of Jehovah.

and it cometh to pass, when they have gone round the days of the banquet, that Job doth send and sanctify them, and hath risen early in the morning, and caused to ascend burnt-offerings -- the number of them all -- for Job said, 'Perhaps my sons have sinned, yet blessed God in their heart.' Thus doth Job all the days.

Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation is in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Whence comest thou?' And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, 'From going to and fro in the land, and from walking up and down on it.'

If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.

Lo, I have known your thoughts, And the devices against me ye do wrongfully.

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

And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;

And Jehovah hath turned to the captivity of Job in his praying for his friends, and Jehovah doth add to all that Job hath -- to double.

For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.

From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.

Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,

For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.

And his wife saith to him, 'Still thou art keeping hold on thine integrity: bless God and die.'

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Hast thou set thy heart unto My servant Job because there is none like him in the land, a man perfect and upright, fearing God and turning aside from evil? and still he is keeping hold on his integrity, and thou dost move Me against him to swallow him up for nought!'

And yet, ask, I pray thee, One of the beasts, and it doth shew thee, And a fowl of the heavens, And it doth declare to thee.

Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!

The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen.

And come unto him do all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all his former acquaintances, and they eat bread with him in his house, and bemoan him, and comfort him concerning all the evil that Jehovah had brought upon him, and they gave to him each one kesitah, and each one ring of gold.

And after my skin hath compassed this body, Then from my flesh I see God:

Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.

For they have made low, And thou sayest, 'Lift up.' And the bowed down of eyes he saveth.

Dost thou bind sweet influences of Kimah? Or the attractions of Kesil dost thou open?

Dost thou hunt for a lion prey? And the desire of young lions fulfil?

And the Adversary goeth forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smiteth Job with a sore ulcer from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

If determined are his days, The number of his months are with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;

The command of His lips, and I depart not. Above my allotted portion I have laid up The sayings of His mouth.

It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude is over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear:

And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, 'For nought is Job fearing God?

And Jehovah doth answer Job, and saith: --

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

Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.

And He is in one mind, And who doth turn Him back? And His soul hath desired -- and He doth it.

Surely there is for silver a source, And a place for the gold they refine;

Therefore do I loathe it, And I have repented on dust and ashes.

For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.

Lo, thou hast instructed many, And feeble hands thou makest strong.

And his sons have gone and made a banquet -- the house of each in his day -- and have sent and called to their three sisters to eat and to drink with them;

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

Stretching out the heavens by Himself, And treading on the heights of the sea,

And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.

Hast thou come in unto the treasure of snow? Yea, the treasures of hail dost thou see?

And three of the friends of Job hear of all this evil that hath come upon him, and they come in each from his place -- Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite -- and they are met together to come in to bemoan him, and to comfort him;

Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue?

Be ye afraid because of the sword, For furious are the punishments of the sword, That ye may know that there is a judgment.

And the wisdom -- whence is it found? And where is this, the place of understanding?

And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.

Wherefore do the wicked live? They have become old, Yea, they have been mighty in wealth.

Hath one tried a word with thee? -- Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able?

And the righteous layeth hold on his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And -- dumb are they all.

As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?

For ye say, 'Where is the house of the noble? And where the tent -- The tabernacles of the wicked?'

Who is this -- darkening counsel, By words without knowledge?

Acquaint thyself, I pray thee, with Him, And be at peace, Thereby thine increase is good.

And He shutteth up with doors the sea, In its coming forth, from the womb it goeth out.

And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: --

And Job answereth and saith: --

If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand on us both.

In whose hand is the breath of every living thing, And the spirit of all flesh of man.'

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

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

And yet, ye are forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you,

If there is by him a messenger, An interpreter -- one of a thousand, To declare for man his uprightness:

And Job answereth and saith: --

For all the while my breath is in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.

In six distresses He delivereth thee, And in seven evil striketh not on thee.

Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it is mine.

Naked is Sheol over-against Him, And there is no covering to destruction.

For once doth God speak, and twice, (He doth not behold it.)

Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib?

And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where is he?

Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.

And Job answereth and saith: --

Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!

To God is a man profitable, Because a wise man to himself is profitable?

Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.

On what have its sockets been sunk? Or who hath cast its corner-stone?

O that in Sheol Thou wouldest conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.

When washing my goings with butter, And the firm rock is with me rivulets of oil.

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

And they say to God, 'Turn aside from us, And the knowledge of Thy ways We have not desired.

Making Osh, Kesil, and Kimah, And the inner chambers of the south.

Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?

After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.

And Jehovah hath blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning, and he hath fourteen thousand of a flock, and six thousand camels, and a thousand pairs of oxen, and a thousand she-asses.

If He doth set on him His heart, His spirit and his breath unto Him He gathereth.

A limit He hath placed on the waters, Unto the boundary of light with darkness.

And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: --

The Rephaim are formed, Beneath the waters, also their inhabitants.

Thou hast made an expanse with Him For the clouds -- strong as a hard mirror!

Who is this, hiding counsel without knowledge?' Therefore, I have declared, and understand not, Too wonderful for me, and I know not.

Yet I -- I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,

And Zophar the Naamathite answereth and saith: --

Have ye not asked those passing by the way? And their signs do ye not know?

If I wait -- Sheol is my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him are terrors.

Lo, all -- hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.

When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat.

How much less man -- a grub, And the son of man -- a worm!

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

Hast thou commanded morning since thy days? Causest thou the dawn to know its place?

And these three men cease from answering Job, for he is righteous in his own eyes,

For I deliver the afflicted who is crying, And the fatherless who hath no helper.

It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.

My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves are for me.

But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment.

Lo, God is high, And we know not the number of His years, Yea, there is no searching.

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

And now, take to you seven bullocks and seven rams, and go ye unto My servant Job, and ye have caused a burnt-offering to ascend for you; and Job My servant doth pray for you, for surely his face I accept, so as not to do with you folly, because ye have not spoken concerning Me rightly, like My servant Job.

O that I had known -- and I find Him, I come in unto His seat,

By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud.

The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk.

And Bildad the Shuhite answereth and saith: --

That the singing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

And what? is man righteous with God? And what? is he pure -- born of a woman?

His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.

Therefore, O men of heart, hearken to me; Far be it from God to do wickedness, And from the Mighty to do perverseness:

The borders they reach, A drove they have taken violently away, Yea, they do evil.

And none said, 'Where is God my maker? Giving songs in the night,

In a dream -- a vision of night, In the falling of deep sleep on men, In slumberings on a bed.

And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --

And an arm like God hast thou? And with a voice like Him dost thou thunder?

Lo, these are the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?

Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.

Lo, forward I go -- and He is not, And backward -- and I perceive him not.

And Bildad the Shuhite answereth and saith: --

Hast thou come in to springs of the sea? And in searching the deep Hast thou walked up and down?

When He doth diminish droppings of the waters, They refine rain according to its vapour,

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

When do ye set an end to words? Consider ye, and afterwards do we speak.

And say, 'Hitherto come thou, and add not, And a command is placed On the pride of thy billows.'

They wear out in good their days, And in a moment to Sheol go down.

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

Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire.

Who doth make me as in months past, As in the days of God's preserving me?

For His eyes are on the ways of each, And all his steps He doth see.

Pillars of the heavens do tremble, And they wonder because of His rebuke.

and burn doth the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram; against Job hath his anger burned, because of his justifying himself more than God;

And Elihu answereth and saith:

Wherefore from the Mighty One Times have not been hidden, And those knowing Him have not seen His days.

For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?

To the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.

This is the portion of a wicked man from God. And an inheritance appointed him by God.

Hast thou known the time of The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? The bringing forth of hinds thou dost mark!

Dost thou bring out Mazzaroth in its season? And Aysh for her sons dost thou comfort?

They lift themselves up at timbrel and harp, And rejoice at the sound of an organ.

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

Thick clouds are a secret place to Him, And He doth not see;' And the circle of the heavens He walketh habitually,

Though he doth sweeten evil in his mouth, Doth hide it under his tongue,

Righteousness I have put on, and it clotheth me, As a robe and a diadem my justice.

Also, at this my heart trembleth, And it moveth from its place.

Where is this -- the way light dwelleth? And darkness, where is this -- its place?

Hear this, O Job, Stand and consider the wonders of God.

Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.

Is not God high in heaven? And see the summit of the stars, That they are high.

Is the striver with the Mighty instructed? The reprover of God, let him answer it.

The path of the age dost thou observe, That men of iniquity have trodden?

To make for the wind a weight, And the waters He meted out in measure.

They send forth as a flock their sucklings, And their children skip,

The rule and fear are with Him, Making peace in His high places.

I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.

Dost thou know the balancings of a cloud? The wonders of the Perfect in knowledge?

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

Drought -- also heat -- consume snow-waters, Sheol those who have sinned.

What is the Mighty One that we serve Him? And what do we profit when we meet with Him?'

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

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

A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.

Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck with a mane?

For thou takest a pledge of thy brother for nought, And the garments of the naked Thou dost strip off.

From the golden north it cometh, Beside God is fearful honour.

For the ear doth try words, And the palate tasteth to eat.

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

And Jehovah answereth Job out of the whirlwind, and saith: --

Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, And I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.

They have been among rebellious ones of light, They have not discerned His ways, Nor abode in His paths.

That hath not accepted the person of princes, Nor hath known the rich before the poor, For a work of His hands are all of them.

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

For what is the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters are ye all.

Fresher is his flesh than a child's, He returneth to the days of his youth.

Is not thy wickedness abundant? And there is no end to thine iniquities.

Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.

Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?

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

At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.

Iron from the dust is taken, And from the firm stone brass.

For He to the ends of the earth doth look, Under the whole heavens He doth see,

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

Widows thou hast sent away empty, And the arms of the fatherless are bruised.

How oft is the lamp of the wicked extinguished, And come on them doth their calamity? Pangs He apportioneth in His anger.

Let me not, I pray you, accept the face of any, Nor unto man give flattering titles,

Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.

If not -- mockeries are with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.

Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as an hireling his day.

He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,

My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.

Is it good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?

Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.

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

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

Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low.

Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.

Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?

According to your knowledge I have known -- also I. I am not fallen more than you.

And Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite answereth and saith: -- Young I am in days, and ye are age Therefore I have feared, And am afraid of shewing you my opinion.

Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.

God thundereth with His voice wonderfully, Doing great things and we know not.

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

O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.

Hast thou known the statutes of heaven? Or dost thou appoint Its dominion in the earth?

He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.

God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.

They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on the poor they lay a pledge.

And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones is enduring.

My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.

Waters have gone away from a sea, And a river becometh waste and dry.

Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.

Corals and pearl are not remembered, The acquisition of wisdom is above rubies.

Who hath put in the inward parts wisdom? Or who hath given To the covered part understanding?