“My brothers have acted deceitfully like a wadi,
Like the torrents of wadis which vanish,

“They slip by like reed boats,
Like an eagle that swoops on its prey.

‘Did You not pour me out like milk
And curdle me like cheese;

While I am decaying like a rotten thing,
Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

“Like a flower he comes forth and withers.
He also flees like a shadow and does not remain.

“He will drop off his unripe grape like the vine,
And will cast off his flower like the olive tree.

“He flies away like a dream, and they cannot find him;
Even like a vision of the night he is chased away.

“They are exalted a little while, then they are gone;
Moreover, they are brought low and like everything gathered up;
Even like the heads of grain they are cut off.

“Behold, my belly is like unvented wine,
Like new wineskins it is about to burst.

“What man is like Job,
Who drinks up derision like water,

“It is changed like clay under the seal;
And they stand forth like a garment.

“Or do you have an arm like God,
And can you thunder with a voice like His?

“His underparts are like sharp potsherds;
He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.

“He makes the depths boil like a pot;
He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.