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

Know now that +God hath overthrown me, and hath surrounded me with his net.

He hath hedged up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.

He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.

He breaketh me down on every side, and I am gone; and my hope hath he torn up as a tree.

And he hath kindled his anger against me, and hath counted me unto him as one of his enemies.

He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are quite estranged from me.

Even little children hate me; when I get up, they mock me.

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

Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, ye my friends; for the hand of +God hath touched me.

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

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

the praise of the ungodly hath been short, and that the joy of the hypocrites continued but the twinkling of an eye?

The eye that hath scanned him, shall not do it again, neither, any more, shall his place behold him:

Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,

He hath swallowed down riches, but he shall vomit them up again: God shall cast them out of his belly.

That which he labored for shall he restore, and shall not swallow it down; According to the substance that he hath gotten, he shall not rejoice.

For he hath oppressed, hath forsaken the poor; he hath violently taken away a house that he did not build.

Surely he hath known no peace in his inmost mind, - With his dearest thing, shall he not get away:

He hath drawn it out, and it hath come forth out of his back, - yea the flashing arrow-head, out of his gall, There shall march on him - terrors:

The substance that he hath in his house, shall be taken away and perish, in the day of the LORD's wrath.

Yea, if I have remembered, then I have been troubled. And my flesh hath taken fright.

His bullock hath eaten corn, and doth not loath. His cow bringeth forth safely, And doth not miscarry.

Lo, not in their hand is their good, (The counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)

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

For what pleasure hath he in his house after him, when the number of his months is cut off in the midst?

Inasmuch then as God hath the highest power of all, who can teach him any knowledge?

And another dieth in bitterness of soul, and hath not tasted good:

Who shall declare his way to his face? and who shall repay him what he hath done?

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

As to the man of arm -- he hath the earth, And the accepted of face -- he dwelleth in it.

And thou hast said, 'What -- hath God known? Through thickness doth He judge?

And he hath filled their houses with good: (And the counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)

Saying , Surely they that did rise up against us are cut off, And the remnant of them the fire hath consumed.

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

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

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

Also -- to-day is my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.

But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.

My foot hath held to his steps; his way have I kept, and not turned aside.

But, he, is one, and who can turn him? What his soul desired, he hath done.

Surely he will accomplish what is decreed for me, and, many such things, hath he in store.

For God hath made my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me;

Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he hidden the gloom from me.

And the eye of an adulterer Hath observed the twilight, Saying, 'No eye doth behold me.' And he putteth the face in secret.

He hath dug in the darkness -- houses; By day they shut themselves up, They have not known light.

Yet God preserveth the mighty by his power: He riseth up that hath no assurance of life.

Behold, even the moon hath no brightness, And the stars are not pure in his sight:

How hast thou helped him that is without power? how savest thou the arm that hath no strength?

How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom, and abundantly declared the thing as it is!

Whom hast thou taught speech? Whose inspiration hath come from thee?

Sheol is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering.

He hath traced a fixed circle over the waters, unto the confines of light and darkness.

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

By his Spirit the heavens are adorned; his hand hath formed the fleeing serpent.

Lo! these, are the fringes of his way, and what a whisper of a word hath been heard of him! But, the thunder of his might, who could understand?

As God liveth, who hath taken away my right, and the Almighty, who hath embittered my soul,

while my breath is in me, and as long as the wind that God hath given me is in my nostrils.

For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul?

Hath he such pleasure and delight in the Almighty, that he dare always call upon God?

He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

An end hath he set to darkness, And to all perfection he is searching, A stone of darkness and death-shade.

A stream hath broken out from a sojourner, Those forgotten of the foot, They were low, from man they wandered.

A place of the sapphire are its stones, And it hath dust of gold.

A path -- not known it hath a ravenous fowl, Nor scorched it hath an eye of the kite,

Nor trodden it have the sons of pride, Not passed over it hath the fierce lion.

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

Among rocks, brooks he hath cleaved, And every precious thing hath his eye seen.

From overflowing floods he hath bound, And the hidden thing bringeth out to light.

Man hath not known its arrangement, Nor is it found in the land of the living.

The deep hath said, 'It is not in me,' And the sea hath said, 'It is not with me.'

It hath been hid from the eyes of all living. And from the fowl of the heavens It hath been hidden.

God hath understood its way, And He hath known its place.

Then He hath seen and declareth it, He hath prepared it, and also searched it out,

The voice of leaders hath been hidden, And their tongue to the palate hath cleaved.

For the ear heard, and declareth me happy, And the eye hath seen, and testifieth to me.

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

Also -- the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them hath old age perished.

For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me.

They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, 'He hath no helper.'

He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.

He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.

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

If I have walked with falsehood, and my foot hath hasted 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 my heart hath been enticed by woman, And by the opening of my neighbour I laid wait,

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

If his loins have not blessed me, and if he hath not been warmed with the fleece of my sheep;

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

And my heart hath been secretly enticed, or my mouth hath kissed my hand:

"Have I rejoiced in the destruction of those who hate me, or have I been happy that evil caught up with him?

If the men of my tent said not, Who shall find one that hath not been satisfied with his meat? --

(The sojourner hath not lodged in the street; But I have opened my doors to the traveller);

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

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 against his three friends hath his anger burned, because that they have not found an answer, and condemn Job.