A man, there was - in the land of Uz, Job, his name, - and that man was blameless and upright, and one who revered God, and avoided evil.

And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Hast thou applied thy heart unto my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a man blameless and upright, one revering God and avoiding evil?

And the accuser answered Yahweh, and said, Is it, for nought, that Job revereth God?

And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Lo! all that he hath, is in thy hand, only, against himself, do not put forth thy hand. So the accuser went forth from the presence of Yahweh.

And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Hast thou applied thy heart unto my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a man blameless and upright, one who revereth God, and avoideth evil; and still he is holding fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to swallow him up without cause.

And he said unto her, As one of the base women speaketh, speakest thou? Blessing, shall we accept from God, and, misfortune, shall we not accept? In all this, Job sinned not with his lips.

Small and great, there, they are, and, the slave, is free from his master.

Who long for death, and it is not, And have digged for it, beyond hid treasures:

To a man, whose way is concealed, And GOD hath straitly enclosed him?

Is not, thy reverence, thy confidence? And is not, thy hope, the very integrity of thy ways?

So far as I have seen, They who plow for iniquity and sow misery, reap the same:

Is not their tent-rope within them, torn away? They die, disrobed of wisdom!

Call, I pray thee - is there one to answer thee? Or, to which of the holy ones, wilt thou turn?

For, to the foolish man, death is caused by vexation, and, the simple one, is slain by jealousy.

His children are far removed from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, and there is none to deliver:

Whose harvest, the hungry, eateth up, and, even out of thorn hedges, he taketh it, and the snare gapeth for their substance.

Though, man, to trouble, were born, as, sparks, on high, do soar,

Who captureth the wise in their own craftiness, yea the headlong counsel of the crooked:

By day, they encounter darkness, and, as though it were night, they grope at high noon.

Lo! how happy is the man whom God correcteth! Therefore, the chastening of the Almighty, do not thou refuse;

And thou shalt know that, at peace, is thy tent, and shalt visit thy fold, and miss nothing;

And thou shalt know, that numerous is thy seed, and, thine offspring, like the young shoots of the field.

Thou shalt come, yet robust, to the grave, as a stack of sheaves mounteth up in its season.

Lo! as for this, we have searched it out - so, it is, Hear it, and know, thou, for thyself.

For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.

Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?

Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?

Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze?

Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?

Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:

By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.

Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;

Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!

Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?

Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?

As, a bondman, panteth for the shadow, and as, a hireling, longeth for his wage,

As soon as I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? yet he lengtheneth out the evening, and I am wearied with tossings until the breeze of twilight.

My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:

Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:

A cloud faileth, and is gone, So, he that descendeth to hades, shall not come up:

What is a mortal, that thou shouldst nurture him? Or that thou shouldst fix upon him thy mind?

I have sinned, What can I do for thee, thou watcher of men? Wherefore hast thou set me as thine object of attack, or have I become, unto thee, a burden?

How long wilt thou speak these things? Or, as a mighty wind, shall be the sayings of thy mouth?

Whose trust shall be contemptible, - and, a spider's web, his confidence:

Full of moisture he is, before the sun, and, over his garden, his shoot goeth forth:

Lo! that, is the joy of his way, - and, out of the dust, shall others spring up.

Of a truth, I know that so it is, But how can a mortal be just with GOD?

Wise in heart, and alert in vigour, What man hath hardened himself against him, and prospered!

As for GOD, if he withdraw not his anger, under him, will have submitted themselves - the proud helpers.

If it regardeth vigour, bold is he! If justice, who could summon him?

One thing, there is, for which cause, I have said it, The blameless and the lawless, he bringeth to an end.

The earth, hath been given into the hand of a lawless one, The faces of her judges, he covereth, If not, then who is it?

For he is not a man like myself, whom I might answer, nor could we come together into judgment:

There is not, between us, a mediator, who might lay his hand upon us both.

Is it seemly in thee, that thou shouldst oppress? that thou shouldst despise the labour of thine own hand, when, upon the counsel of the lawless, thou hast shone?

Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?

As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?

Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?

Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.

Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?

When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.

Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays - yea an army, is with me.

As though I had not been, should I have become, - from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.

Since thou hast said, Right is my doctrine, and pure am I in his eyes.

That he would declare to thee the secrets of wisdom, for they are double to that which actually is, - -Know then that GOD could bring into forgetfulness for thee, a portion of thine iniquity.

Longer than the earth, is the measure thereof, and broader than the sea.

But, an empty person, will get sense, when, a wild ass's colt, is born a man!

And thou shalt he confident, that there is hope, and, when thou hast searched, securely shalt thou lie down;

I also, have a mind like you, I, fall not short, of you, But who hath not such things as these?

For ruin, there is contempt, in the thought of the man at ease, - ready, for such as are of faltering foot!

At peace are the tents that belong to the spoilers, and there is security to them who provoke GOD, To him who bringeth a god in his hand.

In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the spirit of all the flesh of men.

Doth not, the ear, try, words? even as, the palate, tasteth for itself, food?

In the Ancient, is wisdom, and in Length of Days, understanding:

With Him, is strength and effective wisdom, to Him, belong he that erreth, and he that causeth to err.

Who leadeth away counsellors as a spoil, and, judges, He befooleth:

Who leadeth away priests as a spoil, and, men firmly seated, He overturneth:

Just as ye know, I too, know, I, fall not short, of you.

Is it, for God, ye would speak perversely? And, for him, would ye speak deceit:

Would it be well, when he searched you out? Or, as one might jest with a mortal, would ye jest, with him?

Who is it that shall contend with me? For, now, if I should hold my peace, why! I should breathe my last!

Wherefore, thy face, shouldst thou hide? Or count me, as an enemy to thee?

And, a man himself, as a rotten thing, weareth out, as a garment which the moth hath eaten.

Man that is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble:

As a flower, he cometh forth - and fadeth, He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

And yet upon such a one as this, hast thou opened thine eye? And, him, wouldst thou bring into judgment with thee?

If determined am his days, the number of his months, is with thee, Fixed times for him, thou hast appointed and he cannot go beyond.

Look sway from him, that he may rest, Till he shall pay off, as a hireling, his day.

Though there is - for a tree - hope, - if it should be cut down, that, again, it will grow, and, the tender branch thereof, will not cease;

Yet, man, dieth, and is prostrate, Yea the son of earth doth cease to breathe, and where is he?

Sealed up in a bag, is my transgression, and thou hast glued over mine iniquity.

But, his flesh, for himself, is in pain, and, his soul, for himself, doth mourn.

Should, a wise man, answer unreal knowledge? or fill, with the east wind, his inner man?

Disputing with discourse that doth no good, or with speech, wherein is no profit?

What knowest thou, that we know not? What understandest thou, and the same, is not with us?

Both hoary and venerable, are among us, one mightier than thy father in days!

What is a mortal, that he should be pure? or that righteous should be one born of a woman?

How much less when one is detested and corrupt, a man who drinketh in - like water - perversity.

Which, wise men, tell, and deny not that which is from their fathers.