As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.

"Yes, let that night be barren; let it not appear with its joyful shout.

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.

Disquieting thoughts from dreams at night; when deep sleep falls on everyone.

Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?

Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it.

Him that removeth the mountains, and they know it not, When he overturneth them in his anger;

As for the world, he giveth it over into the power of the wicked; and he shall cover the faces of the judges thereof. Is it not so? Where is he - or who is he - that can show the contrary?

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

Is it not my days few? He will cease; he will turn from me, and I shall be cheerful a little,

For he knoweth false men: He seeth iniquity also, even though he consider it not.

“Does the ear not put words to the test,
Just as the palate tastes its food [distinguishing between the desirable and the undesirable]?

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

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

His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not; And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.

What knewest thou and we shall not know? wilt thou understand and it not be with us?

Which the wise ones will announce, and he hid it not from their fathers.

"But what shall I do? For all my words, my sorrow will not cease: and though I hold my tongue, yet will it not depart from me.

Though he spare it, and forsake it not; but keep it still within his mouth:

They take their rest at night without clothing, and have no cover in the cold.

The murderer rises at dawn to kill the poor and needy; at night, he is like a thief.

Is it not so? Who will then reprove me as a liar, and say that my words are nothing worth?"

“He lies down rich, but never will again;
He opens his eyes, and it is gone.

Terrors overtake him like a flood;
a storm wind sweeps him away at night.

A beaten path the birds knew not, and the vulture's eye scanned it not:

The sons of pride trod it not, and the lion passed not by upon it.

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

My roots have spread out and have found water, and dew settles at night on my branches.

If I laughed on them, they believed it not; and they troubled not the serenity of my countenance.

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

Is it not calamity to the unrighteous, And disaster to the workers of iniquity?

Or have eaten my morsel alone, so that the fatherless ate not thereof,

For God speaketh once, yea twice, yet man perceiveth it not.

But now, because it is not so, he hath visited in his anger; yet he knoweth it not in great extremity:

With clouds he covereth the light; and commandeth it not to shine by the intervening cloud.

"So then, the sun is too bright to gaze at, is it not? The sky is swept clean by the wind that blows, is it not?

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

Is the wild ox willing to serve you? Will he sleep at night near your feeding trough?

Once I have spoken, and I answer not, And twice, and I add not.

[Is] it not fierce when somebody stirs it? Who [then] [is] he [who] would stand {before it}?