And Jehovah said unto Satan, Behold, all that he hath is in thy power; only upon himself put not forth thy hand. So Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah.

Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?

Remember, I pray thee, who ever perished, being innocent? Or where were the upright cut off?

The old lion perisheth for lack of prey, And the whelps 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 hath hope, And iniquity stoppeth her mouth.

In famine he will redeem thee from death; And in war from the power of the sword.

Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?

Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.

If thou wert pure and upright: Surely now he would awake for thee, And make the habitation of thy righteousness prosperous.

For inquire, I pray thee, of the former age, And apply thyself to that which their fathers have searched out:

That maketh the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, And the chambers of the south;

Behold, he seizeth the prey , who can hinder him? Who will say unto him, What doest thou?

They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.

For thou sayest, My doctrine is pure, And I am clean in thine eyes.

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

He that denounceth his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.

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

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

Wherefore do the wicked live, Become old, yea, wax mighty in power?

What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? And what profit should we have, if we pray unto him?

Receive, I pray thee, the law from his mouth, And lay up his words in thy heart.

Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? Nay; but he would give heed unto me.

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

There are that pluck the fatherless from the breast, And take a pledge of the poor;

The murderer riseth with the light; He killeth the poor and needy; And in the night he is as a thief.

Yet God preserveth the mighty by his power: He riseth up that hath no assurance of life.

Behold, even the moon hath no brightness, And the stars are not pure in his sight:

How hast thou helped him that is without power! How hast thou saved the arm that hath no strength!

He stirreth up the sea with his power, And by his understanding he smiteth through Rahab.

Lo, these are but the outskirts of his ways: And how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?

That path no bird of prey knoweth, Neither hath 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 that cried, The fatherless also, that had none to help him.

And I brake the jaws of the unrighteous, And plucked the prey out of his teeth.

Among the bushes they bray; 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,

Let me not, I pray you, respect any man's person; Neither will I give flattering titles unto any man.

Howbeit, Job, I pray thee, hear my speech, And hearken to all my words.

That respecteth not the persons of princes, Nor regardeth 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 unto him, And he heard the cry of the afflicted.

Behold, God doeth loftily in his power: Who is a teacher like unto him?

Which the skies pour down And drop upon man abundantly.

Touching the Almighty, we cannot find him out He is excellent in power; And in justice and plenteous righteousness he will not afflict.

Canst thou lead forth the Mazzaroth in their season? Or canst thou guide the Bear with her train?

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

Canst thou hunt the prey for the lioness, Or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,

Who provideth for the raven his prey, When his young ones cry unto God, And wander for lack of food?

From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.

Pour forth the overflowings of thine anger; And look upon every one that is proud, and abase him.

Now therefore, take unto you seven bullocks 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 him will I accept, that I deal not with you after your folly; for ye have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job hath.