A man there hath been in the land of Uz -- Job his name -- and that man hath been perfect and upright -- both fearing God, and turning aside from evil.

And a messenger hath come in unto Job and saith, 'The oxen have been plowing, and the she-asses feeding by their sides,

And they sit with him on the earth seven days and seven nights, and there is none speaking unto him a word when they have seen that the pain hath been very great.

Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: 'A man-child hath been conceived.'

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

Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,

To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?

Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off?

The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.

Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!

To set the low on a high place, And the mourners have been high in safety.

(For with sons of the field is thy covenant, And the beast of the field Hath been at peace with thee.)

For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.

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

How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?

So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.

If I lay down then I said, 'When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

Clothed hath been my flesh with worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.

And thy beginning hath been small, And thy latter end is very great.

Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who is he?

My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,

I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.

My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,

And thou sayest, 'Pure is my discourse, And clean I have been in Thine eyes.'

For then thou liftest up thy face from blemish, And thou hast been firm, and fearest not.

Lo, in His holy ones He putteth no credence, And the heavens have not been pure in His eyes.

'All days of the wicked he is paining himself, And few years have been laid up for the terrible one.

And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.

Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.

And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.

At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.

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

My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!

Wherefore have we been reckoned as cattle? We have been defiled in your eyes!

The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.

At this day westerns have been astonished And easterns have taken fright.

My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.

Sojourners of my house and my maids, For a stranger reckon me: An alien I have been in their eyes.

Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.

Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.

But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.

His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.

Yea, if I have remembered, then I have been troubled. And my flesh hath taken fright.

Wherefore do the wicked live? They have become old, Yea, they have been mighty in wealth.

Lo, not in their hand is their good, (The counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)

His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.

Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.

And how do ye comfort me with vanity, And in your answers hath been left trespass?

Who have been cut down unexpectedly, A flood is poured out on their foundation.

And he hath filled their houses with good: (And the counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)

'Surely our substance hath not been cut off, And their excellency hath fire consumed.'

And the Mighty hath been thy defence, And silver is strength to thee.

He delivereth the not innocent, Yea, he hath been delivered By the cleanness of thy hands.

Also -- to-day is my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.

For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.

Wherefore from the Mighty One Times have not been hidden, And those knowing Him have not seen His days.

They have been among rebellious ones of light, They have not discerned His ways, Nor abode in His paths.

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.

Lo -- unto the moon, and it shineth not, And stars have not been pure in His eyes.

It hath been hid from the eyes of all living. And from the fowl of the heavens It hath been hidden.

As I have been in days of my maturity, And the counsel of God upon my tent.

Seen me have youths, and they, been hidden, And the aged have risen -- they stood up.

The voice of leaders hath been hidden, And their tongue to the palate hath cleaved.

Eyes I have been to the blind, And feet to the lame am I.

Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.

And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.

At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.

A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.

My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

If my heart hath been enticed by woman, And by the opening of my neighbour I laid wait,

For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast,

Lo, I am, according to thy word, for God, From the clay I -- I also, have been formed.

Lo, in this thou hast not been righteous, I answer thee, that greater is God than man.

And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones is enduring.

He looketh on men, and saith, 'I sinned, And uprightness I have perverted, And it hath not been profitable to me.

For Job hath said, 'I have been righteous, And God hath turned aside my right,

Behold attentively the heavens -- and see, And behold the clouds, They have been higher than thou.

If thou hast sinned, what dost thou against Him? And thy transgressions have been multiplied, What dost thou to Him?

If thou hast been righteous, What dost thou give to Him? Or what from thy hand doth He receive?

And also He moved thee from a strait place, To a broad place -- no straitness under it, And the sitting beyond of thy table Hath been full of fatness.

On what have its sockets been sunk? Or who hath cast its corner-stone?

Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.

As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

And there have not been found women fair as the daughters of Job in all the land, and their father doth give to them an inheritance in the midst of their brethren.