Yahweh said to Satan, "Behold, all that he has is in your power. Only on himself don't put forth your hand." So Satan went forth from the presence of Yahweh.

"Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?

The old lion perishes for lack of prey. The cubs of the lioness are scattered abroad.

'Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?

So the poor has hope, and injustice shuts her mouth.

In famine he will redeem you from death; in war, from the power of the sword.

Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?

If you were pure and upright, surely now he would awaken for you, and make the habitation of your righteousness prosperous.

He makes the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, and the rooms of the south.

They have passed away as the swift ships, as the eagle that swoops on the prey.

For you say, 'My doctrine is pure. I am clean in your eyes.'

Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.

My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

He who denounces his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.

His children shall seek the favor of the poor. His hands shall give back his wealth.

For he has oppressed and forsaken the poor. He has violently taken away a house, and he shall not build it up.

"Why do the wicked live, become old, yes, and grow mighty in power?

What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? What profit should we have, if we pray to him?'

Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? No, but he would listen to me.

They turn the needy out of the way. The poor of the earth all hide themselves.

There are those who pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor,

The murderer rises with the light. He kills the poor and needy. In the night he is like a thief.

He devours the barren who don't bear. He shows no kindness to the widow.

Yet God preserves the mighty by his power. He rises up who has no assurance of life.

Behold, even the moon has no brightness, and the stars are not pure in his sight;

"How have you helped him who is without power! How have you saved the arm that has no strength!

He stirs up the sea with his power, and by his understanding he strikes through Rahab.

Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways. How small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?"

That path no bird of prey knows, neither has the falcon's eye seen it.

The topaz of Ethiopia shall not equal it, Neither shall it be valued with pure gold.

Because I delivered the poor who cried, and the fatherless also, who had none to help him,

I broke the jaws of the unrighteous, and plucked the prey out of his teeth.

Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.

"If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,

Who doesn't respect the persons of princes, nor respects the rich more than the poor; for they all are the work of his hands.

so that they caused the cry of the poor to come to him. He heard the cry of the afflicted.

"Bear with me a little, and I will show you; for I still have something to say on God's behalf.

Behold, God is exalted in his power. Who is a teacher like him?

Which the skies pour down and which drop on man abundantly.

We can't reach the Almighty. He is exalted in power. In justice and great righteousness, he will not oppress.

Can you lead forth the constellations in their season? Or can you guide the Bear with her cubs?

Who can number the clouds by wisdom? Or who can pour out the bottles of the sky,

"Can you hunt the prey for the lioness, or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,

Who provides for the raven his prey, when his young ones cry to God, and wander for lack of food?

From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.

Pour out the fury of your anger. Look at everyone who is proud, and bring him low.

Now therefore, take to yourselves seven bulls and seven rams, and go to my servant Job, and offer up for yourselves a burnt offering; and my servant Job shall pray for you, for I will accept him, that I not deal with you according to your folly. For you have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job has."