But he said unto her, Thou speakest as one of the foolish women speaketh. What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil? In all this did not Job sin with his lips.

As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it: Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months.

Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light.

According as I have seen, they that plow iniquity, And sow trouble, reap the same.

But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.

But as for me, I would seek unto God, And unto God would I commit my cause;

They meet with darkness in the day-time, And grope at noonday as in the night.

Thou shalt know also that thy seed shall be great, And thine offspring as the grass of the earth.

Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, Like as a shock of grain cometh in in its season.

Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?

My soul refuseth to touch them ; They are as loathsome food to me.

My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, As the channel of brooks that pass away;

Do ye think to reprove words, Seeing that the speeches of one that is desperate are as wind?

As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.

If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?

They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.

For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, That we should come together in judgment.

Hast thou eyes of flesh? Or seest thou as man seeth?

Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man's days,

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?

Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?

And if my head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.

I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

The land dark as midnight, The land of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.

It is high as heaven; what canst thou do? Deeper than Sheol; what canst thou know?

But vain man is void of understanding, Yea, man is born as a wild ass's colt.

For thou shalt forget thy misery; Thou shalt remember it as waters that are passed away,

And thy life shall be clearer than the noonday; Though there be darkness, it shall be as the morning.

But I have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you: Yea, who knoweth not such things as these?

I am as one that is a laughing-stock to his neighbor, I who called upon God, and he answered: The just, the perfect man is a laughing-stock.

But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; And the birds of the heavens, and they shall tell thee:

Doth not the ear try words, Even as the palate tasteth its food?

Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceiveth a man, will ye deceive him?

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

As the waters fail from the sea, And the river wasteth and drieth up;

Distress and anguish make him afraid; They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.

He shall shake off his unripe grape as the vine, And shall cast off his flower as the olive-tree.

I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.

But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you.

If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

Wherefore are we counted as beasts, And are become unclean in your sight?

They that come after shall be astonished at his day, As they that went before were affrighted.

He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as one of his adversaries.

Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

But as for me I know that my Redeemer liveth, And at last he will stand up upon the earth:

Whom I, even I, shall see, on my side, And mine eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger. My heart is consumed within me.

He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.

As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?

That they are as stubble before the wind, And as chaff that the storm carrieth away?

The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him, And all men shall draw after him, As there were innumerable before him.

But as for the mighty man, he had the earth; And the honorable man, he dwelt in it.

Who were snatched away before their time, Whose foundation was poured out as a stream,

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

They drive away the ass of the fatherless; They take the widow's ox for a pledge.

Behold, as wild asses in the desert They go forth to their work, seeking diligently for food; The wilderness yieldeth them bread for their children.

The murderer riseth with the light; He killeth the poor and needy; And in the night he is as a thief.

For the morning is to all of them as thick darkness; For they know the terrors of the thick darkness.

The womb shall forget him; The worm shall feed sweetly on him; He shall be no more remembered; And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone; Yea, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all others, And are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.

As God liveth, who hath taken away my right, And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul:

My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: My heart shall not reproach me'so long as I live.

Let mine enemy be as the wicked, And let him that riseth up against me be as the unrighteous.

Though he heap up silver as the dust, And prepare raiment as the clay;

He buildeth his house as the moth, And as a booth which the keeper maketh.

As for the earth, out of it cometh bread; And underneath it is turned up as it were by fire.

Oh that I were as in the months of old, As in the days when God watched over me;

As I was in the ripeness of my days, When the friendship of God was upon my tent;

I put on righteousness, and it clothed me: My justice was as a robe and a diadem.

Then I said, I shall die in my nest, And I shall multiply my days as the sand:

And they waited for me as for the rain; And they opened their mouth wide as for the latter rain.

I chose out their way, and sat as chief, And dwelt as a king in the army, As one that comforteth the mourners.

They are driven forth from the midst of men ; They cry after them as after a thief;

As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me .

Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.

By God's great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

(Nay, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, And her have I guided from my mother's womb);

Surely I would carry it upon my shoulder; I would bind it unto me as a crown:

I would declare unto him the number of my steps; As a prince would I go near unto him.

Behold, my breast is as wine which hath no vent; Like new wine-skins it is ready to burst.

Behold, I am toward God even as thou art: I also am formed out of the clay.

For the ear trieth words, As the palate tasteth food.

He striketh them as wicked men In the open sight of others;

Shall his recompense be as thou wilt, that thou refusest it? For thou must choose, and not I: Therefore speak what thou knowest.

Thy wickedness may hurt a man as thou art; And thy righteousness may profit a son of man.

Canst thou with him spread out the sky, Which is strong as a molten mirror?

Or who'shut up the sea with doors, When it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb;

It is changed as clay under the seal; And all things'stand forth as a garment:

Where is the way to the dwelling of light? And as for darkness, where is the place thereof,

Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,

She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain,'she is without fear;

Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.

As oft as the trumpet'soundeth he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

Behold now, behemoth, which I made as well as thee; He eateth grass as an ox.

His bones are as tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron.

Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

His'strong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal.