He breaketh, in the dark, into houses, - By day, they lock themselves in, They know not the light;

For, in the case of all such, morning to them is the death-shade, For, to be recognised, is a death-shade terror.

Maternal love shall forget him, the worm shall find him sweet, No more shall he be remembered, but perversity shall be shivered like a tree.

Yea he draggeth along the mighty by his strength, He riseth up, and none hath assurance of life;

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

How then shall, a mortal, be just with GOD? Or how shall he be pure who is born of a woman?

By his strength, hath he excited the sea, and, by his skill, hath he shattered the Crocodile:

By his spirit, hath he arched the heavens, His hand hath pierced the fleeing serpent.

Far be it from me! that I should justify, you, - Even until I breathe my last, will I not let go mine integrity from me:

Let mine enemy be a veritably lawless one! And, he that lifteth himself up against me, one veritably perverse!

For what shall be the hope of the impious, though he graspeth with greed, when GOD shall draw forth his soul?

I would teach you, by the hand of GOD, That which is with the Almighty, will I not conceal.

If his children be multiplied, for them, there is the sword, and, his offspring, shall not be filled with bread;

His survivors, by pestilence, shall come to the grave, and, his widows, shall not weep;

There shall reach him - like waters - terrors, By night, a storm-wind hath stolen him away;

He hath sunken a shaft, away from the inhabitants; Places forsaken by the foot, they hang down, away from men, sway to and fro;

Upon the flint, hath he thrust forth his hand, He hath turned up mountains by the roots;

Yet where can, Wisdom, be found? And where is the place of understanding?

Mortal knoweth not the way thereof, neither can it be found in the land of the living;

Pure gold cannot be given in its stead, neither can silver he weighed as the value thereof;

It cannot be put into the scales against the gold of Ophir, with costly onyx, or sapphire;

Neither gold nor crystal can compare with it, nor can, the exchange thereof, be a vessel of pure gold,

Coral or crystal, cannot be mentioned, Yea, a possession, is wisdom, above red coral;

The topaz of Ethiopia cannot compare with it, Against purest gold, can it not be weighed.

Making, for the wind, a weight, and, the waters, he proved by measure,

When his lamp shone over my head, by whose light, I could go through darkness;

Mine honour, shall be young again with me, and, my bow, in my hand, be renewed.

Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food;

Let me sow but, another, eat. And let, what I have springing up, be uprooted!

If my heart hath been enticed unto a woman, or, by the door of my neighbour, I have lien in wait,

Let, my shoulder, from the shoulder-blade, fall, and, my arm, from the upper bone, be broken;

Neither did I suffer my palate to sin, by asking, with a curse, for his life:

If I covered, like Adam, my transgressions, by hiding in my bosom mine iniquity,

Then let me be made to tremble at a great throng, yea let, the contempt of families, terrify me, so that, keeping silence, I shall not go out of the door!

Great men, may not be wise, nor, elders, understand justice.

Let me be partial to no man, and, unto no son of earth, give flattering titles,

Lo! my terror, will not startle thee, nor, my hand, upon thee, be heavy.

He keepeth back his said from the pit, and his life from passing away by a weapon.

Mark well, O Job, and hearken to me, Be silent, and, I, will speak:

If not, do, thou, hearken unto me, Be silent, that I may teach thee wisdom.

Wherefore, ye men of mind, hearken unto me, - Far be it, that, GOD, should be lawless, or, the Almighty, be perverse!

That impious men may not reign, nor be ensnarers of the people.

For, unto GOD, hath one ever said - I have borne punishment, I will not be perverse;

Would that Job might be tested to the uttermost, for replying with the men of iniquity:

This, dost thou think to be right? Thou hast said - My righteousness is more than GOD'S.

For thou dost say, How can one profit by thee? How can I benefit, more than by my sin?

If thou sinnest, what canst thou work against him? Or, if thy transgressions be multiplied, what canst thou do unto him?

By reason of the multitude of oppressions, men make outcry, They cry for help, by reason of the arm of the mighty;

But, if they would not hearken, by a weapon, should they pass away, and breathe their last, no one knowing.

Lo, GOD, exalteth himself by his strength, Who like him doth teach?

For, by those things, he executeth judgment on peoples, He giveth food in abundance:

By the breath of GOD, is given - frost, and, the breadth of waters, is congealed;

Yea, the same, in circles, turneth itself to and fro, by his steering them to their work, whithersoever he commandeth them, over the face of the world, towards the earth.

That thy garments should be hot when he quieteth the earth from the south?

Let us know what we shall say to him, We cannot set in order, by reason of darkness.

Shall it be declared to him - that I would speak? Were any man to say aught, he might he destroyed?

Who is it that darkeneth counsel, by words, without knowledge?

That it might lay hold of the wings of the earth, and the lawless be shaken out of it?

That their light may be withdrawn from the lawless, and, the lofty arm, be shivered.

Will the Wild-Ox be pleased to be thy servant? or lodge for the night by thy crib?

For she leaveth - to the earth - her eggs, and, on the dust, she letteth them be warmed;

Is it, by thine understanding, that the Bird of Passage betaketh him to his pinions? spreadeth out his wings to the south?

Before his eyes, shall he be caught? With a hook, can one pierce his nose?

Lo! any hope of him, hath been found deceptive, Even at the sight of him, shall not one be overwhelmed?

I will not pass by in silence his parts, or the matter of strength, or the grace of his armour.

Each to its fellow, they cleave, they grasp each other, and cannot be parted;

The dewlaps of his flesh, cleave together, hardened upon him, they cannot be moved;

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:

After him, he lighteth up a path, one might think the resounding deep to be hoary!

There is not - upon the dust - his like, that hath been made to be without fear;

I know that, all things, thou canst do, and that no purpose can be withholden from thee.

By the hearing of the ear, had I heard thee, but, now, mine own eye, hath seen thee.