Who rejoice unto exultation, Are glad, when they can find the grave:

If one attempt a word unto thee, wilt thou be impatient? But, to restrain speech, who, can endure?

Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?

Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?

I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.

How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?

I have sinned, What can I do for thee, thou watcher of men? Wherefore hast thou set me as thine object of attack, or have I become, unto thee, a burden?

Can the paper-reed grow up, without a marsh? Or the rush grow up, without water?

Of a truth, I know that so it is, But how can a mortal be just with GOD?

Lo! he cometh upon me, yet can I not see him, Yea he passeth on, yet can I not discern him.

Lo! he snatcheth away, who can bring it back? Who shall say unto him, What wouldst thou do?

Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one!

If a man die, can he live again? All the days of my warfare, would I wait, until my relief should come: -

Appoint it, I pray thee - be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?

Is it, to GOD, one can teach knowledge, seeing that, he, shall judge, them who are on high?

Have ye not asked the passers-by in the way? And, their signs, can ye not recognise?

Who can declare - to his face - his way? And, what, he, hath done, who shall recompense to him?

Unto GOD, can a man act as friend? Surely a discreet man befriendeth himself!

Wilt thou say then, What doth GOD know? Out through a thick cloud, can he judge?

Who had been saying unto GOD, Depart from us! and - What can the Almighty do for himself?

But, he, is one, and who can turn him? What his soul desired, he hath done.

But, if not, who then can convict me of falsehood? or make of no account my words?

Yet where can, Wisdom, be found? And where is the place of understanding?

Mortal knoweth not the way thereof, neither can it be found in the land of the living;

Pure gold cannot be given in its stead, neither can silver he weighed as the value thereof;

Neither gold nor crystal can compare with it, nor can, the exchange thereof, be a vessel of pure gold,

The topaz of Ethiopia cannot compare with it, Against purest gold, can it not be weighed.

For thou dost say, How can one profit by thee? How can I benefit, more than by my sin?

If thou art righteous, what canst thou give unto him? Or what, at thy hand, can he accept?

Lo, GOD, is greater than we can know, The number of his years, even past finding out!

But surely none can understand the burstings of the cloud, the crashing of his pavilion!

Who can count the thin clouds, in wisdom? And, the bottles of the heavens, who can empty out;

And, even I myself, will praise thee, in that thine own right hand can bring thee salvation.

Before his eyes, shall he be caught? With a hook, can one pierce his nose?

None so bold, that he will rouse him! Who then is he that, before me, can stand?

I know that, all things, thou canst do, and that no purpose can be withholden from thee.