Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to your friend.

Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!

Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.

Therefore my thoughts cause me to answer, And because of my sensations in me.

The chastisement of my shame I hear, And the spirit of mine understanding Doth cause me to answer:

I arrange before Him the cause, And my mouth fill with arguments.

The naked they cause to lodge Without clothing. And there is no covering in the cold.

The blessing of the perishing cometh on me, And the heart of the widow I cause to sing.

A father I am to the needy, And the cause I have not known I search out.

I laugh unto them -- they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.

Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.

If I despise the cause of my man-servant, And of my handmaid, In their contending with me,

Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Doth cause them to understand.

For the work of man he repayeth to him, And according to the path of each He doth cause him to find.

To cause to come in unto Him The cry of the poor, And the cry of the afflicted He heareth.

Because of the multitude of oppressions They cause to cry out, They cry because of the arm of the mighty.

Whether for a rod, or for His land, Or for kindness -- He doth cause it to come.

Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, And I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.

To cause it to rain on a land -- no man, A wilderness -- no man in it.

To satisfy a desolate and waste place, And to cause to shoot up The produce of the tender grass?

Who doth number the clouds by wisdom? And the bottles of the heavens, Who doth cause to lie down,

Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting is terrible.

Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.

His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes are as the eyelids of the dawn.

The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

Hear, I pray thee, and I -- I do speak, I ask thee, and cause thou me to know.'