Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.

Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses with silver.

Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.

Clothed hath been my flesh with worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.

And empty man is bold, And the colt of a wild ass man is born.

Though his excellency go up to the heavens, And his head against a cloud he strike --

For He hath known the way with me, He hath tried me -- as gold I go forth.

The naked they cause to lodge Without clothing. And there is no covering in the cold.

Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.

Taking hold of the face of the throne, Spreading over it His cloud.

Surely there is for silver a source, And a place for the gold they refine;

A place of the sapphire are its stones, And it hath dust of gold.

Gold is not given for it, Nor is silver weighed -- its price.

It is not valued with pure gold of Ophir, With precious onyx and sapphire,

Not equal it do gold and crystal, Nor is its exchange a vessel of fine gold.

Not equal it doth the topaz of Cush, With pure gold it is not valued.

He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

If I have made gold my confidence, And to the pure gold have said, 'My trust,'

Doth He value thy riches? He hath gold, and all the forces of power.

Yea, doth any understand The spreadings out of a cloud? The noises of His tabernacle?

From the inner chamber cometh a hurricane, And from scatterings winds -- cold,

Yea, by filling He doth press out a cloud, Scatter a cloud doth His light.

Dost thou know when God doth place them, And caused to shine the light of His cloud?

Dost thou know the balancings of a cloud? The wonders of the Perfect in knowledge?

In My making a cloud its clothing, And thick darkness its swaddling band,

Dost thou lift up to the cloud thy voice, And abundance of water doth cover thee?

Under him are sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.

And come unto him do all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all his former acquaintances, and they eat bread with him in his house, and bemoan him, and comfort him concerning all the evil that Jehovah had brought upon him, and they gave to him each one kesitah, and each one ring of gold.