Have not you made a hedge about him, and about his house, and about all that he has on every side? you have blessed the work of his hands, and his possessions are increased in the land.

And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and struck the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead; and I alone am escaped to tell you.

Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to arouse leviathan.

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

The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.

Who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?

For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like the waters.

But now it is come upon you, and you faint; it touches you, and you are troubled.

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

The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken.

The old lion perishes for lack of prey, and the strong lion's whelps are scattered abroad.

How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?

They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish forever without any regarding it.

His children are far from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, neither is there any to deliver them.

To set up on high those that are low; that those who mourn may be lifted to safety.

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison thereof drinks up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

The things that my soul refused to touch are as loathsome food to me.

Which are black by reason of the ice, and in which the snow is hid:

For now you are nothing; you see my terror, and are afraid.

How forceful are right words! but what does your arguing prove?

Do you intend to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?

Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also 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 has seen me shall see me no more: your eyes are upon me, and I am not.

I loathe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)

So are the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite's hope shall perish:

His roots are wrapped about the stone heap, and looks for a place in the stones.

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

They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hastens to the prey.

Are your days as the days of man? are your years as man's days,

You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation upon me; changes and war are ever with me.

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

And that he would show you the secrets of wisdom, that they are double to that which is! Know therefore that God exacts of you less than your iniquity deserves.

No doubt you are the people, and wisdom shall die with you.

The tents of robbers prosper, and they that provoke God are secure; into whose hand God brings abundantly.

With him is strength and wisdom: the deceived and the deceiver are his.

But you are forgers of lies, you are all physicians of no value.

Your proverbs are like unto ashes, your defenses are defenses of clay.

How many are my iniquities and sins? make me know my transgression and my sin.

Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with you, you have appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

His sons come to honor, and he knows it not; and they are brought low, but he perceives it not of them.

Are you the first man that was born? or were you made before the hills?

With us are both the gray headed and very aged men, much older than your father.

Are the consolations of God too small for you? on the word that deals gently with you?

Behold, he puts no trust in his holy ones; yea, the heavens are not clean in his sight.

And he dwells in desolate cities, and in houses which no man inhabits, which are ready to become heaps.

I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are you all.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.

Are there not mockers with me? and does not my eye continue in their provocation?

My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.

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

I have said to corruption, You are my father: to the worm, You are my mother, and my sister.

Why are we counted as beasts, and regarded as vile in your sight?

They shall dwell in his tent, who are none of his: brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked, and this is the place of him that knows not God.

These ten times have you reproached me: you are not ashamed that you have wronged me.

He has put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.

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

His bones are full of the sin of his youth, which shall lie down with him in the dust.

It is drawn, and comes out of the body; yea, the glittering sword comes out of his gall: terrors are upon him.

Why do the wicked live, become old, yea, are mighty in power?

Their descendants are established in their sight with them, and their offspring before their eyes.

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

They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carries away.

Shall any teach God knowledge? seeing he judges those that are on high.

His breasts are full of milk, and his bones are moistened with marrow.

For you say, Where is the house of the prince? and where are the dwelling places of the wicked?

That the wicked are reserved to the day of destruction? they shall be brought forth to the day of wrath.

The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him, and every man shall follow after him, as there are innumerable gone before him.

Is it any pleasure to the Almighty, that you are righteous? or is it gain to him, that you make your ways blameless?

Therefore snares are round about you, and sudden fear troubles you;

Is not God in the height of heaven? and behold the height of the stars, how high they are!

Thick clouds are a covering to him, that he sees not; and he walks in the circle of heaven.

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

When men are cast down, then you shall say, There is lifting up; and he shall save the humble person.

For he performs the thing that is appointed for me: and many such things are with him.

Why, seeing times are not hidden from the Almighty, do they that know him not see his days?

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

They are of those that rebel against the light; they know not its ways, nor abide in its paths.

For the morning is to them even as the shadow of death: if one recognizes them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death.

They are swift as the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth: no one turns into the way of the vineyards.

Though it be given him to be in safety, he rests; yet his eyes are upon their ways.

They are exalted for a little while, but are gone and brought low; they are taken out of the way as all others, and cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.

Dominion and fear are with him, he makes peace in his high places.

Behold even to the moon, and it shines not; yea, the stars are not pure in his sight.

Dead things are formed from under the waters, and the inhabitants thereof.

The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his rebuke.

Lo, these are only parts of his ways: and how little a whisper is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?

Behold, all you yourselves have seen it; why then are you thus altogether vain?

If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword: and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.

He breaks open a shaft away from the inhabitants; even in places forgotten of the foot: they are gone away from men, they swing to and fro.

The stones of it are the place of sapphires: and it has dust of gold.

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

From want and famine they are gaunt; fleeing of late into the wilderness, desolate and waste.

Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my honor as the wind: and my welfare passes away as a cloud.

My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.

My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.