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 it cometh to pass, when they have gone round the days of the banquet, that Job doth send and sanctify them, and hath risen early in the morning, and caused to ascend burnt-offerings -- the number of them all -- for Job said, 'Perhaps my sons have sinned, yet blessed God in their heart.' Thus doth Job all the days.

And the day is, that sons of God come in to station themselves by Jehovah, and there doth come also the Adversary in their midst.

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Hast thou set thy heart against My servant Job because there is none like him in the land, a man perfect and upright, fearing God, and turning aside from evil?'

And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, 'For nought is Job fearing God?

While this one is speaking another also hath come and saith, 'Fire of God hath fallen from the heavens, and burneth among the flock, and among the young men, and consumeth them, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

In all this Job hath not sinned, nor given folly to God.

And the day is, that sons of God come in to station themselves by Jehovah, and there doth come also the Adversary in their midst to station himself by Jehovah.

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Hast thou set thy heart unto My servant Job because there is none like him in the land, a man perfect and upright, fearing God and turning aside from evil? and still he is keeping hold on his integrity, and thou dost move Me against him to swallow him up for nought!'

And his wife saith to him, 'Still thou art keeping hold on thine integrity: bless God and die.'

And he saith unto her, 'As one of the foolish women speaketh, thou speakest; yea, the good we receive from God, and the evil we do not receive.' In all this Job hath not sinned with his lips.

That day -- let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.

For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,

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

I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!

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

From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.

'Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?

Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.

Yet I -- I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,

Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,

For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!

O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!

That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!

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

Remember Thou that my life is a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

Doth God pervert judgment? And doth the Mighty One pervert justice?

If thou dost seek early unto God, And unto the Mighty makest supplication,

So are the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,

Lo, God doth not reject the perfect, Nor taketh hold on the hand of evil doers.

Truly I have known that it is so, And what -- is man righteous with God?

God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.

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

I say unto God, 'Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive with me.

Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?

And yet, O that God had spoken! And doth open His lips with thee.

And declare to thee secrets of wisdom, For counsel hath foldings. And know thou that God forgetteth for thee, Some of thine iniquity.

By searching dost thou find out God? Unto perfection find out the Mighty One?

A laughter to his friend I am: 'He calleth to God, and He answereth him,' A laughter is the perfect righteous one.

At peace are the tents of spoilers, And those provoking God have confidence, He into whose hand God hath brought.

Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.

For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?

His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?

Is it good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?

Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.

As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.

Yea, thou dost make reverence void, And dost diminish meditation before God.

Of the secret counsel of God dost thou hear? And withdrawest thou unto thee wisdom?

Too few for thee are the comforts of God? And a gentle word is with thee,

For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:

For he stretched out against God his hand, And against the Mighty he maketh himself mighty.

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

God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.

My interpreter is my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:

And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.

From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

Only these are tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.

Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,

Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?

And after my skin hath compassed this body, Then from my flesh I see God:

Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.

There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.

This is the portion of a wicked man from God. And an inheritance appointed him by God.

Their houses are peace without fear, Nor is a rod of God upon them.

They wear out in good their days, And in a moment to Sheol go down.

And they say to God, 'Turn aside from us, And the knowledge of Thy ways We have not desired.

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

God layeth up for his sons his sorrow, He giveth recompense unto him -- and he knoweth.

For what is his delight in his house after him, And the number of his months cut off?

To God doth one teach knowledge, And He the high doth judge?

This one dieth in his perfect strength, Wholly at ease and quiet.

To God is a man profitable, Because a wise man to himself is profitable?

Is not God high in heaven? And see the summit of the stars, That they are high.

And thou hast said, 'What -- hath God known? Through thickness doth He judge?

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

Those saying to God, 'Turn aside from us,' And what doth the Mighty One to them?

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.'

Acquaint thyself, I pray thee, with Him, And be at peace, Thereby thine increase is good.

For then on the Mighty thou delightest thyself, And dost lift up unto God thy face,

And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.

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

Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.

Treating evil the barren who beareth not, And to the widow he doth no good,

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.

And what? is man righteous with God? And what? is he pure -- born of a woman?

God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.

For all the while my breath is in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.

For what is the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?

I shew you by the hand of God, That which is with the Mighty I hide not.

This is the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.

A path -- not known it hath a ravenous fowl, Nor scorched it hath an eye of the kite,

God hath understood its way, And He hath known its place.

Who doth make me as in months past, As in the days of God's preserving me?

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

When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat.