But now, put out your hand against all he has, and he will be cursing you to your face.

But now, if you only put your hand on his bone and his flesh, he will certainly be cursing you to your face.

And they took their seats on the earth by his side for seven days and seven nights: but no one said a word to him, for they saw that his pain was very great.

Let its morning stars be dark; let it be looking for light, but may it not have any; let it not see the eyes of the dawn.

To those whose desire is for death, but it comes not; who are searching for it more than for secret wealth;

I have no peace, no quiet, and no rest; nothing but pain comes on me.

If one says a word, will it be a weariness to you? but who is able to keep from saying what is in his mind?

But now it has come on you and it is a weariness to you; you are touched by it and your mind is troubled.

Something was present before me, but I was not able to see it clearly; there was a form before my eyes: a quiet voice came to my ears, saying:

I have seen the foolish taking root, but suddenly the curse came on his house.

But trouble is man's fate from birth, as the flames go up from the fire.

But as for me, I would make my prayer to God, and I would put my cause before him:

But he keeps safe from their sword those who have no father, and the poor from the power of the strong.

How pleasing are upright words! but what force is there in your arguments?

My words may seem wrong to you, but the words of him who has no hope are for the wind.

When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.

The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.

And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.

(For we are but of yesterday, and have no knowledge, because our days on earth are gone like a shade:)

He is looking to his family for support, but it is not there; he puts his hope in it, but it comes to nothing.

See, he goes past me and I see him not: he goes on before, but I have no knowledge of him.

He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.

Though I was in the right, he would say that I was in the wrong; I have done no evil; but he says that I am a sinner.

Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.

But you kept these things in the secret of your heart; I am certain this was in your thoughts:

But if only God would take up the word, opening his lips in argument with you;

But if you put your heart right, stretching out your hands to him;

But the eyes of the evil-doers will be wasting away; their way of flight is gone, and their only hope is the taking of their last breath.

But I have a mind as well as you; I am equal to you: yes, who has not knowledge of such things as these?

But put now a question to the beasts, and get teaching from them; or to the birds of the heaven, and they will make it clear to you;

But I would have talk with the Ruler of all, and my desire is to have an argument with God.

But you put a false face on things; all your attempts to put things right are of no value.

Truly, he will put an end to me; I have no hope; but I will not give way in argument before him;

If only a clean thing might come out of an unclean! But it is not possible.

But man comes to his death and is gone: he gives up his spirit, and where is he?

But truly a mountain falling comes to dust, and a rock is moved from its place;

His sons come to honour, and he has no knowledge of it; they are made low, but he is not conscious of it.

But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.

I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.

But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.

But come back, now, come: you who are wounding yourself in your passion, will the earth be given up because of you, or a rock be moved out of its place?

Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.

But I am certain that he who will take up my cause is living, and that in time to come he will take his place on the dust;

That the pride of the sinner is short, and the joy of the evil-doer but for a minute?

His bones are full of young strength, but it will go down with him into the dust.

Though he takes care of it, and does not let it go, but keeps it still in his mouth;

He may go in flight from the iron spear, but the arrow from the bow of brass will go through him;

Why then do you give me comfort with words in which there is no profit, when you see that there is nothing in your answers but deceit?

Though he made their houses full of good things: but the purpose of the evil-doers is far from me!

For God makes low those whose hearts are lifted up, but he is a saviour to the poor in spirit.

Would he make use of his great power to overcome me? No, but he would give attention to me.

See, I go forward, but he is not there; and back, but I do not see him;

I am looking for him on the left hand, but there is no sign of him; and turning to the right, I am not able to see him.

But his purpose is fixed and there is no changing it; and he gives effect to the desire of his soul.

From the town come sounds of pain from those who are near death, and the soul of the wounded is crying out for help; but God does not take note of their prayer.

But God by his power gives long life to the strong; he gets up again, though he has no hope of life.

See, these are only the outskirts of his ways; and how small is that which comes to our ears about him! But the thunder of his acts of power is outside all knowledge.

He may get them ready, but the upright will put them on, and he who is free from sin will take the silver for a heritage.

He goes to rest full of wealth, but does so for the last time: on opening his eyes, he sees it there no longer.

As for the earth, bread comes out of it; but under its face it is turned up as if by fire.

But where may wisdom be seen? and where is the resting-place of knowledge?

But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.

But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:

But truly it is the spirit in man, even the breath of the Ruler of all, which gives them knowledge.

Take care that you do not say, Wisdom is here; God may overcome him, but not man.

But you said in my hearing, and your voice came to my ears:

He makes a song, saying, I did wrong, turning from the straight way, but he did not give me the reward of my sin.

But no one has said, Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night;

There they are crying out because of the pride of the evil-doers, but he gives them no answer.

But God will not give ear to what is false, or the Ruler of all take note of it;

But if not, they come to their end, and give up their breath without knowledge.

And now the light is not seen, for it is dark because of the clouds; but a wind comes, clearing them away.

I have said once, and even twice, what was in my mind, but I will not do so again.

The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.

Word of you had come to my ears, but now my eye has seen you.