The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Lo, all that he hath is in thy hand, only unto him put not forth thy hand.' And the Adversary goeth out from the presence of Jehovah.

Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.

When I said, 'My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.

Those hating thee do put on shame, And the tent of the wicked is not!

He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.

If a scourge doth put to death suddenly, At the trial of the innocent He laugheth.

But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment.

I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with myself.

Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.

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

If iniquity is in thy hand, put it far off, And let not perverseness dwell in thy tents.

Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?

Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.

But now, my steps Thou numberest, Thou dost not watch over my sin.

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

These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --

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

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

Turn unto me, and be astonished, And put hand to mouth.

Righteousness I have put on, and it clotheth me, As a robe and a diadem my justice.

(But from my youth He grew up with me as with a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)

And I have waited, but they do not speak, For they have stood still, They have not answered any more.)

He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'

In a dream -- a vision of night, In the falling of deep sleep on men, In slumberings on a bed.

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

And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.

Then He doth favour him and saith, 'Ransom him from going down to the pit, I have found an atonement.'

He hath ransomed my soul From going over into the pit, And my life on the light looketh.'

To bring back his soul from the pit, To be enlightened with the light of the living.

Who hath put in the inward parts wisdom? Or who hath given To the covered part understanding?

Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.

Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?

Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.

He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.