Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse Leviathan;

There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the wearied are at rest.

The prisoners together are at ease; they hear not the voice of the taskmaster.

The small and great are there, and the bondman freed from his master.

Who rejoice even exultingly and are glad when they find the grave? --

For my sighing cometh before my bread, and my groanings are poured out like the waters.

By the breath of +God they perish, and by the blast of his nostrils are they consumed.

The roar of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken;

The old lion perisheth for lack of prey, and the whelps of the lioness are scattered.

How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed as the moth!

From morning to evening are they smitten: without any heeding it, they perish for ever.

His children are far from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, and there is no deliverer:

Setting up on high those that are low; and mourners are exalted to prosperity.

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of +God are arrayed against me.

Which are turbid by reason of the ice, in which the snow hideth itself:

At the time they diminish, they are dried up; when heat affecteth them, they vanish from their place:

They are ashamed at their hope; they come thither, and are confounded.

So now ye are nothing; ye see a terrible object and are afraid.

How forcible are right words! but what doth your upbraiding reprove?

Do ye imagine to reprove words? The speeches of one that is desperate are indeed for the wind.

Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?

So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

The eye of him that hath seen me shall behold me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

I loathe it; I shall not live always: let me alone, for my days are a breath.

For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, for our days upon earth are a shadow.

So are the paths of all that forget God; and the profane man's hope shall perish,

His roots are entwined about the stoneheap; he seeth the place of stones.

And my days are swifter than a runner: they flee away, they see no good.

Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,

Thou renewest thy witnesses before me and increasest thy displeasure against me; successions of evil and a time of toil are with me.

Are not my days few? cease then and let me alone, that I may revive a little,

And that he would shew thee the secrets of wisdom, how that they are the double of what is realised; and know that +God passeth by much of thine iniquity!

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

Truly ye are the people, and wisdom shall die with you!

The tents of desolators are in peace, and they that provoke God are secure; into whose hand +God bringeth.

With him is strength and effectual knowledge; the deceived and the deceiver are his.

For ye indeed are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.

Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, your bulwarks are bulwarks of mire.

How many are mine iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin.

If his days are determined, if the number of his months is with thee, and thou hast appointed his bounds which he must not pass,

So man lieth down, and riseth not again; till the heavens be no more, they do not awake, nor are raised out of their sleep.

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

Both the greyheaded and the aged are with us, older than thy father.

Are the consolations of God too small for thee? and the word gently spoken to thee?

Behold, he putteth no trust in his holy ones, and the heavens are not pure in his sight:

All his days the wicked man is tormented, and numbered years are allotted to the violent.

And he dwelleth in desolate cities, in houses that no man inhabiteth, which are destined to become heaps.

I have heard many such things: grievous comforters are ye all.

My friends are my mockers; mine eye poureth out tears unto +God.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.

Are there not mockers around me? and doth not mine eye abide in their provocation?

And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.

Wherefore are we counted as beasts, and reputed stupid in your sight?

They who are none of his shall dwell in his tent; brimstone shall be showered upon his habitation:

Surely, such are the dwellings of the unrighteous man, and such the place of him that knoweth not God.

These ten times have ye reproached me; ye are not ashamed to stupefy me.

He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are quite estranged from me.

All my intimate friends abhor me, and they whom I loved are turned against me.

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

Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another: my reins are consumed within me.

He draweth it forth; it cometh out of his body, and the glittering point out of his gall: terrors are upon him.

Their houses are safe from fear, neither is the rod of +God upon them.

What is the Almighty that we should serve him? and what are we profited if we pray unto him?

Can any teach God knowledge? And he it is that judgeth those that are high.

His sides are full of fat, and the marrow of his bones is moistened;

That the wicked is reserved for the day of calamity? They are led forth to the day of wrath.

The clods of the valley are sweet unto him; and every man followeth suit after him, as there were innumerable before him.

Therefore snares are round about thee, and sudden fear troubleth thee;

Is not +God in the height of the heavens? And behold the summit of the stars: how exalted are they!

Thick clouds are a covering to him, that he seeth not; and he walketh on the vault of the heavens.

The righteous see it, and are glad; and the innocent laugh them to scorn:

When they are made low, then thou shalt say, Rise up! and he shall save him that is of downcast eyes.

For he will perform what is appointed for me; and many such things are with him.

Why are not times treasured up with the Almighty? why do not they that know him see his days?

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and for want of a shelter embrace the rock ...

There are those that rebel against the light; they know not the ways thereof, nor abide in the paths thereof.

For the morning is to them all as the shadow of death; for they are familiar with the terrors of the shadow of death.

God setteth him in safety, and he resteth thereon; but his eyes are upon their ways.

They are exalted for a little, and are no more; they are laid low; like all other are they gathered, and are cut off as the tops of the ears of corn.

Dominion and fear are with him; he maketh peace in his high places.

Lo, even the moon is not bright; and the stars are not pure in his sight:

The pillars of the heavens tremble and are astonished at his rebuke.

By his Spirit the heavens are adorned; his hand hath formed the fleeing serpent.

Lo, these are the borders of his ways; but what a whisper of a word do we hear of him! And the thunder of his power, who can understand?

Behold, ye yourselves have all seen it; and why are ye thus altogether vain?

The stones of it are the place of sapphires, and it hath dust of gold.

Corals and crystal are no more remembered; yea, the acquisition of wisdom is above rubies.

But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

They are driven forth from among men they cry after them as after a thief --

They bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered together:

Sons of fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are driven out of the land.

Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.

My skin is become black and falleth off me, and my bones are parched with heat.

Let thistles grow instead of wheat, and tares instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.

And Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite answered and said, I am young, and ye are aged; wherefore I was timid, and feared to shew you what I know.

It is not the great that are wise; neither do the aged understand judgment.

How then to him that accepteth not the persons of princes, nor regardeth the rich man more than the poor? for they are all the work of his hands.