and suddenly a great wind swept across the wilderness and struck the four corners of the house, and it fell on the young people, and they died! And I -- only I alone -- escaped to tell you!"

For my sighing comes in place of my food, and my groanings flow forth like water.

I myself have seen the fool taking root, but suddenly I cursed his place of residence.

You will come to your grave in a full age, As stacks of grain are harvested in their season.

My brothers have been as treacherous as a seasonal stream, and as the riverbeds of the intermittent streams that flow away.

He will yet fill your mouth with laughter, and your lips with gladness.

If I am guilty, woe to me, and if I am innocent, I cannot lift my head; I am full of shame, and satiated with my affliction.

But the eyes of the wicked fail, and escape eludes them; their one hope is to breathe their last."

Would not his splendor terrify you and the fear he inspires fall on you?

"Man, born of woman, lives but a few days, and they are full of trouble.

"But there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its new shoots will not fail.

"Does a wise man answer with blustery knowledge, or fill his belly with the east wind?

Terrifying sounds fill his ears; in a time of peace marauders attack him.

Before his time he will be paid in full, and his branches will not flourish.

Like a vine he will let his sour grapes fall, and like an olive tree he will shed his blossoms.

If a man denounces his friends for personal gain, the eyes of his children will fail.

His bones were full of his youthful vigor, but that vigor will lie down with him in the dust.

In the fullness of his sufficiency, distress overtakes him. the full force of misery will come upon him.

Their bulls breed without fail; their cows calve and do not miscarry.

"One man dies in his full vigor, completely secure and prosperous,

The clods of the torrent valley are sweet to him; behind him everybody follows in procession, and before him goes a countless throng.

Thick clouds are a veil for him, so he does not see us, as he goes back and forth in the vault of heaven.'

I would lay out my case before him and fill my mouth with arguments.

He conceals the face of the full moon, shrouding it with his clouds.

the voices of the nobles fell silent, and their tongues stuck to the roof of their mouths.

After I had spoken, they did not respond; my words fell on them drop by drop.

If I have refused to give the poor what they desired, or caused the eyes of the widow to fail,

then let my arm fall from the shoulder, let my arm be broken off at the socket.

For I am full of words, and the spirit within me constrains me.

For to the snow he says, 'Fall to earth,' and to the torrential rains, 'Pour down.'

Have you gone to the springs that fill the sea, or walked about in the recesses of the deep?

It paws the ground in the valley, exulting mightily, it goes out to meet the weapons.

Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears?

Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones become like chaff to it.

And so Job died, old and full of days.