And there are borne to him seven sons and three daughters,

And the day is, that his sons and his daughters are eating, and drinking wine, in the house of their brother, the first-born.

While this one is speaking another also hath come and saith, 'Thy sons and thy daughters are eating, and drinking wine, in the house of their brother, the first-born.

And lo, a great wind hath come from over the wilderness, and striketh against the four corners of the house, and it falleth on the young men, and they are dead, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

And three of the friends of Job hear of all this evil that hath come upon him, and they come in each from his place -- Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite -- and they are met together to come in to bemoan him, and to comfort him;

Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.

Wherefore have knees been before me? And what are breasts, that I suck?

Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses with silver.

Small and great are there the same. And a servant is free from his lord.

Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.

Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.

For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters are my roarings.

From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.

Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.

For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!

My soul is refusing to touch! They are as my sickening food.

That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself.

By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.

Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.

They were ashamed that one hath trusted, They have come unto it and are confounded.

Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid.

Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to your friend.

My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes are upon me -- and I am not.

I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days are vanity.

(For of yesterday we are, and we know not, For a shadow are our days on earth.)

So are the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,

By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.

As the days of man are Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?

Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with me, Changes and warfare are with me.

Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,

And the eyes of the wicked are consumed, And refuge hath perished from them, And their hope is a breathing out of soul!

Truly -- ye are the people, And with you doth wisdom die.

At peace are the tents of spoilers, And those provoking God have confidence, He into whose hand God hath brought.

With Him are wisdom and might, To him are counsel and understanding.

Lo, He keepeth in the waters, and they are dried up, And he sendeth them forth, And they overturn the land.

With Him are strength and wisdom, His the deceived and deceiver.

And yet, ye are forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you,

Your remembrances are similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.

If determined are his days, The number of his months are with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;

And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.

Honoured are his sons, and he knoweth not; And they are little, and he attendeth not to them.

Both the gray-headed And the very aged are among us -- Greater than thy father in days.

Too few for thee are the comforts of God? And a gentle word is with thee,

What -- doth thine heart take thee away? And what -- are thine eyes high?

I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters are ye all.

My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves are for me.

If not -- mockeries are with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.

For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.

Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.

And the righteous layeth hold on his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And -- dumb are they all.

Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.

From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

Only these are tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.

Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?

Be ye afraid because of the sword, For furious are the punishments of the sword, That ye may know that there is a judgment.

One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him are terrors.

Their houses are peace without fear, Nor is a rod of God upon them.

They are as straw before wind, And as chaff a hurricane hath stolen away,

That to a day of calamity is the wicked spared. To a day of wrath they are brought.

Widows thou hast sent away empty, And the arms of the fatherless are bruised.

Therefore round about thee are snares, And trouble thee doth fear suddenly.

Is not God high in heaven? And see the summit of the stars, That they are high.

Thick clouds are a secret place to Him, And He doth not see;' And the circle of the heavens He walketh habitually,

For He doth complete my portion, And many such things are with Him.

From the inundation of hills they are wet, And without a refuge -- have embraced a rock.

He giveth to him confidence, and he is supported, And his eyes are on their ways.

High they were for a little, and they are not, And they have been brought low. As all others they are shut up, And as the head of an ear of corn cut off.

The rule and fear are with Him, Making peace in His high places.

The Rephaim are formed, Beneath the waters, also their inhabitants.

Lo, these are the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?

Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why is this -- ye are altogether vain?

If his sons multiply -- for them is a sword. And his offspring are not satisfied with bread.

His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

A place of the sapphire are its stones, And it hath dust of gold.

Corals and pearl are not remembered, The acquisition of wisdom is above rubies.

To me they have hearkened, Yea, they wait, and are silent for my counsel.

From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),

Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.

If not -- say ye, O men of my tent, 'O that we had of his flesh, we are not satisfied.'

Instead of wheat let a thorn go forth, And instead of barley a useless weed! The words of Job are finished.

And Elihu hath waited earnestly beside Job with words, for they are older than he in days.

And Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite answereth and saith: -- Young I am in days, and ye are age Therefore I have feared, And am afraid of shewing you my opinion.

The multitude are not wise, Nor do the aged understand judgment.

Of the uprightness of my heart are my sayings, And knowledge have my lips clearly spoken.

His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!

If there are words -- answer me, Speak, for I have a desire to justify thee.

If there are not -- hearken thou to me, Keep silent, and I teach thee wisdom.

That hath not accepted the person of princes, Nor hath known the rich before the poor, For a work of His hands are all of them.

For His eyes are on the ways of each, And all his steps He doth see.

Therefore He knoweth their works, And He hath overturned by night, And they are bruised.

Job -- not with knowledge doth he speak, And his words are not with wisdom.

Honour me a little, and I shew thee, That yet for God are words.

For, truly, my words are not false, The perfect in knowledge is with thee.

He withdraweth not from the righteous His eyes, And from kings on the throne, And causeth them to sit for ever, and they are high,

And if prisoners in fetters They are captured with cords of affliction,

And the judgment of the wicked thou hast fulfilled, Judgment and justice are upheld -- because of fury,

How thy garments are warm, In the quieting of the earth from the south?

To take hold on the skirts of the earth, And the wicked are shaken out of it,

Thou hast known -- for then thou art born And the number of thy days are many!