When they looked from a distance, they could barely recognize him. They wept aloud, and each man tore his robe and threw dust into the air and on his head.

A figure stood there,
but I could not recognize its appearance;
a form loomed before my eyes.
I heard a quiet voice:

If only my grief could be weighed
and my devastation placed with it in the scales.

If one wanted to take Him to court,
he could not answer God once in a thousand times.

Even if I were in the right, I could not answer.
I could only beg my Judge for mercy.

Would it go well if He examined you?
Could you deceive Him as you would deceive a man?

If you were in my place I could also talk like you.
I could string words together against you
and shake my head at you.

If only I knew how to find Him,
so that I could go to His throne.

Then an upright man could reason with Him,
and I would escape from my Judge forever.

If only I could be as in months gone by,
in the days when God watched over me,

If I smiled at them, they couldn’t believe it;
they were thrilled at the light of my countenance.

I have made a covenant with my eyes.
How then could I look at a young woman?

what could I do when God stands up to judge?
How should I answer Him when He calls me to account?

For disaster from God terrifies me,
and because of His majesty I could not do these things.

But when he saw that the three men could not answer Job, he became angry.

Could one who hates justice govern the world?
Will you condemn the mighty Righteous One,

No women as beautiful as Job’s daughters could be found in all the land, and their father granted them an inheritance with their brothers.