that his children were without prosperity or health; that they were slain in the door, and no man to deliver them;

If men will speak of strength, he is the strongest of all; if men will speak of righteousness, who dare be my record?

If I will justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me; if I will put forth my self for a perfect man, he shall prove me a wicked doer.

If I be then a wicked doer, why have I laboured in vain?

If I have done wickedly, woe is me therefore. If I have done righteously, yet dare I not lift up my head; so full am I of confusion, and see mine own misery.

Though he turn all things upside down, close them in, or thrust them together, who dare check him therefore?

"If a tree be cut down, there is some hope yet, that it will sprout and shoot forth the branches again;

My breath faileth, my days are shortened. I am hard at death's door.

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am undone: My hope hath he taken away from me, as it were a tree plucked up by the root.

The riches that he devoured, shall he vomit out again; for God shall draw them out of his belly.

Who dare reprove him for his ways to his face? Who rewardeth him for the ungraciousness that he doth?

O that all compassion upon them were forgotten: that their dainties were worms, that they were clean put out of remembrance, and utterly hewn down like an unfruitful tree.

Hath he such pleasure and delight in the Almighty, that he dare always call upon God?

"If my heart hath lusted after my neighbour's wife, or if I have laid wait at his door:

For if I had feared any great multitude of people, or if I had been despised of the simple; Oh then should I have been afraid. Thus have I quietly spent my life, and not gone out at the door.

To whom hath he given his heart, for to draw his spirit and breath unto him?

True are my words, and no lie: and the knowledge wherewithal I argue against thee, is perfect.

Have the gates of death been open unto thee, or hast thou seen the door of everlasting treasure?

He spreadeth out his tail like a Cedar tree, all his sinews are stiff.

Behold, he drinketh up whole rivers and feareth not: he thinketh that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth.

Who dare lay a hand on him openly, and undertake to catch him? Or, who dare put a hook through his nose, and lay a snare for him?

Darest thou draw out Leviathan with an angle, or bind his tongue with a snare?

And why? There dare none be so bold as to raise him up. Who is able to stand before me?

If any man draw out a sword at him, it shall not hurt him: there may neither spear, javelin, nor breast plate abide him.