Then said his wife unto him, Art thou still holding fast thine integrity? Curse God, and die!

And they sat with him upon the ground, seven days and seven nights, - and none was speaking unto him a word, for they saw that, exceeding great, was the stinging pain.

If one attempt a word unto thee, wilt thou be impatient? But, to restrain speech, who, can endure?

But, now, it cometh upon thee, and thou despairest, It smiteth even thee, and thou art dismayed.

If, pure and upright, thou thyself, art, surely, now, will he answer thy prayer, and will prosper thy righteous habitation:

Too small for thee, are the consolations of GOD? or a word spoken gently with thee?

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?

Thou art turned to become a cruel one unto me, With the might of thy hand, thou assailest me;

If thou art able to answer me, Set in order before me - take thy stand!

If thou art righteous, what canst thou give unto him? Or what, at thy hand, can he accept?

But, with the plea of a lawless one, thou art full, Plea and sentence, will take fast hold.