Or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver;

Who rejoice even exultingly and are glad when they find the grave? --

It stood still; I could not discern the appearance thereof: a form was before mine eyes; I heard a slight murmur and a voice:

The cloud consumeth and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to Sheol shall not come up.

I also could speak as ye: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join together words against you, and shake my head at you;

And thou sayest, What doth God know? will he judge through the dark cloud?

Who said unto God, Depart from us! and what could the Almighty do to them?

The righteous see it, and are glad; and the innocent laugh them to scorn:

And put the precious ore with the dust, and the gold of Ophir among the stones of the torrents,

But he knoweth the way that I take; he trieth me, I shall come forth as gold.

They pass the night naked without clothing, and have no covering in the cold;

He bindeth up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not rent under them.

He covereth the face of his throne, he spreadeth his cloud upon it.

Surely there is a vein for the silver, and a place for gold which they refine;

The stones of it are the place of sapphires, and it hath dust of gold.

Choice gold cannot be given for it, nor silver be weighed for its price.

It is not set in the balance with gold of Ophir, with the precious onyx, and the sapphire.

Gold and glass cannot be compared to it, nor vessels of fine gold be its exchange.

The topaz of Ethiopia shall not be compared to it, neither shall it be set in the balance with pure gold.

Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.

If I have made gold my hope, or said to the fine gold, My confidence!

Because there is wrath, beware lest it take thee away through chastisement: then a great ransom could not avail thee.

Will he esteem thy riches? Not gold, nor all the resources of strength!

From the chamber of the south cometh the whirlwind; and cold from the winds of the north.

Also with plentiful moisture he loadeth the thick clouds, his light dispels the cloud;

Dost thou know how +God hath disposed them, and how he causeth the lightning of his cloud to flash?

From the north cometh gold; with +God is terrible majesty.

When I made the cloud its garment, and thick darkness a swaddling band for it;