Hast not, thou thyself, made a hedge about him, and about his house, and about all that he hath, on every side? The work of his hands, thou hast blessed, and, his substance, hath broken forth in the land.

And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Lo! all that he hath, is in thy hand, only, against himself, do not put forth thy hand. So the accuser went forth from the presence of Yahweh.

In all this, Job sinned not, nor imputed folly unto God.

And he said unto her, As one of the base women speaketh, speakest thou? Blessing, shall we accept from God, and, misfortune, shall we not accept? In all this, Job sinned not with his lips.

And, when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept - and rent, every one his robe, and sprinkled dust upon their heads, toward the heavens.

Perish, the day wherein I was born, and the night it was said, Lo! a manchild!

That day, be it darkness, - Let not God enquire after it from above, May there shine upon it no clear beam:

That night, darkness take it, - May it not rejoice among the days of the year, Into the number of months, let it not enter.

Lo! that night, be it barren, Let no joyous shouting enter therein:

Because it closed not the doors of the womb wherein I was, and so hid trouble from mine eyes.

Wherefore, in the womb, did I not die? From the womb, come forth and cease to breathe?

Or that, like an untimely birth hidden away, I had not come into being, like infants that never saw light:

At once are prisoners at peace, they hear not the voice of a driver:

Who long for death, and it is not, And have digged for it, beyond hid treasures:

I was not careless, nor was I secure, nor had I settled down, - when there came - consternation!

Is not, thy reverence, thy confidence? And is not, thy hope, the very integrity of thy ways?

When there were thoughts, from visions of the night, - When deep sleep falleth upon men,

It stood still, but I could not distinguish its appearance, I looked, but there was no form before mine eyes, - A whispering voice, I heard: - -

Lo! in his own servants, he trusteth not, and, his own messengers, he chargeth with error:

Is not their tent-rope within them, torn away? They die, disrobed of wisdom!

For sorrow, cometh not forth out of the dust, - nor, out of the ground, sprouteth trouble.

By day, they encounter darkness, and, as though it were night, they grope at high noon.

Lo! how happy is the man whom God correcteth! Therefore, the chastening of the Almighty, do not thou refuse;

At destruction and at hunger, shalt thou laugh, and, of the wild beast of the earth, be not thou afraid;

So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare, - That I had not concealed the sayings of the Holy One.

Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?

Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?

Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?

Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:

Nor shall see me - the eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.

A cloud faileth, and is gone, So, he that descendeth to hades, shall not come up:

He shall not return again to his house, and his own place shall be acquainted with him no more.

I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.

How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?

And why wilt thou not remove my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For, now, in the dust, should I lie down, and thou shouldst seek me diligently, and I should not be.

Shall, they, not teach thee - tell thee, and, out of their memory, bring forth words?

Though while still, in its freshness, it be not plucked off, yet, before any kind of grass, it doth wither:

He leaneth upon his house, and it will not stand, he holdeth it fast, and it will not remain erect.

If one destroy him out of his place, then will it disown him saying - I have not seen thee.

Lo! GOD, will not reject a blameless man, neither will he grasp the hand of evil-doers:

They who hate thee, shall be clothed with shame, but, the tent of the lawless, shall not be!

Who commandeth the sun, and it breaketh not forth, and, about the stars, he putteth a seal;

Lo! he cometh upon me, yet can I not see him, Yea he passeth on, yet can I not discern him.

As for GOD, if he withdraw not his anger, under him, will have submitted themselves - the proud helpers.

Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer, to be absolved, I would make supplication.

Though I had called, and he had answered me, I could not believe, that he would lend an ear to my voice.

For, with a tempest, would he fall upon me, and would multiply my wounds without need;

He would not suffer me to recover my breath, for he would surfeit me with bitter things.

I blameless? I should not know my own soul, I should despise my own life!

The earth, hath been given into the hand of a lawless one, The faces of her judges, he covereth, If not, then who is it?

I am afraid of all my pains, I know, that thou wilt not pronounce me innocent.

For he is not a man like myself, whom I might answer, nor could we come together into judgment:

There is not, between us, a mediator, who might lay his hand upon us both.

Let him take from off me his rod, and, his terror, let it not startle me:

I could speak, and not be afraid of him, although, not so, am, I, in myself!

I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!

Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?

Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?

If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:

If I have been lawless, alas for me! Or, if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, Surfeited with shame, look thou then on my humiliation.

As though I had not been, should I have become, - from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.

Are not my days, few? - then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;

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

Should, the multitude of words, not be answered? Or should, a man full of talk, be justified?

For, he, knoweth men of falsity, and seeth iniquity, and him that doth not diligently consider.

If, iniquity, be in thy hand, Put it far away, and let there not dwell in thy tents perversity,

Surely, then, shalt thou lift up thy face free from blemish, and shalt be established, and not fear.

I also, have a mind like you, I, fall not short, of you, But who hath not such things as these?

Who knoweth not, among all these, that, the hand of Yahweh, hath done this?

Doth not, the ear, try, words? even as, the palate, tasteth for itself, food?

Just as ye know, I too, know, I, fall not short, of you.

Shall not, his majesty, overwhelm you? and, the dread of him, fall upon you?

Are not your memorable sayings, proverbs of ashes? Breastworks of clay, your breastworks?

Even he, will be on my side - unto salvation, For, not before his face, shall any impious person come.

Only, two things, do thou not with me, then, from thy face, will I not hide me: -

Thy hand - from off me, take thou far away, and, thy terror, let it not startle me!

As a flower, he cometh forth - and fadeth, He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one!

Though there is - for a tree - hope, - if it should be cut down, that, again, it will grow, and, the tender branch thereof, will not cease;

So, a man, hath lain down, and shall not arise, until there are no heavens, they shall not awake, nor be roused up out of their sleep.

For, now, my steps, thou countest, Thou wilt not pass over my sin:

His sons, come to honour, and he knoweth it not, Or they are brought low, and he perceiveth it not of them.

Thine own mouth shall condemn thee, and, not I, And, thine own lips, shall testify against thee.

What knowest thou, that we know not? What understandest thou, and the same, is not with us?

Lo! in his holy ones, he putteth not confidence, and, the heavens, are not pure in his eyes:

Which, wise men, tell, and deny not that which is from their fathers.

And had inhabited demolished cities, houses, wherein men would not dwell, that were destined to become heaps.

He shall not be rich, nor shall his substance continue, neither shall their shadow stretch along on the earth;

He shall not depart out of darkness, his young branch, shall the flame dry up, and he shall depart, by the breath of his own mouth!

Before his day, shall it be accomplished, with, his palm-top, not covered with leaves;

His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall:

O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry.

When, a few years, come, then, by a path by which I shall not return, shall I depart.

For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.

But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?

Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!

For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;

Surely, these, are the dwellings of him that is perverse, and, this, is the place of him that knoweth not GOD.

Know, then, that, God, hath overthrown me, and, within his net, enclosed me.

To mine own servant, I called, and he would not answer, With mine own mouth, I kept entreating him;