Yahweh said to Satan, "Have you considered my servant, Job? For there is none like him in the earth, a blameless and an upright man, one who fears God, and turns away from evil."

Yahweh said to Satan, "Have you considered my servant Job? For there is none like him in the earth, a blameless and an upright man, one who fears God, and turns away from evil. He still maintains his integrity, although you incited me against him, to ruin him without cause."

Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,

For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.

The old lion perishes for lack of prey. The cubs of the lioness are scattered abroad.

You shall come to your grave in a full age, like a shock of grain comes in its season.

Look this, we have searched it, so it is. Hear it, and know it for your good."

Now therefore be pleased to look at me, for surely I shall not lie to your face.

"Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?

How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

Haven't you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?

If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.

I am like one who is a joke to his neighbor, I, who called on God, and he answered. The just, the blameless man is a joke.

They grope in the dark without light. He makes them stagger like a drunken man.

though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.

He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.

Look away from him, that he may rest, until he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

yet through the scent of water it will bud, and put forth boughs like a plant.

how much less one who is abominable and corrupt, a man who drinks iniquity like water!

He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.

If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,

He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.

yet he shall perish forever like his own dung. Those who have seen him shall say, 'Where is he?'

He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found. Yes, he shall be chased away like a vision of the night.

He shall not look at the rivers, the flowing streams of honey and butter.

Look at me, and be astonished. Lay your hand on your mouth.

They send forth their little ones like a flock. Their children dance.

But he knows the way that I take. When he has tried me, I shall come forth like gold.

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for lack of a shelter.

The murderer rises with the light. He kills the poor and needy. In the night he is like a thief.

For the morning is to all of them like thick darkness, for they know the terrors of the thick darkness.

Terrors overtake him like waters. A storm steals him away in the night.

They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

"I made a covenant with my eyes, how then should I look lustfully at a young woman?

if like Adam I have covered my transgressions, by hiding my iniquity in my heart,

Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; like new wineskins it is ready to burst.

What man is like Job, who drinks scorn like water,

I wish that Job were tried to the end, because of his answering like wicked men.

Look to the heavens, and see. See the skies, which are higher than you.

Behold, God is exalted in his power. Who is a teacher like him?

Brace yourself like a man, for I will question you, then you answer me!

The waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen.

Who provides for the raven his prey, when his young ones cry to God, and wander for lack of food?

"Now brace yourself like a man. I will question you, and you will answer me.

Or do you have an arm like God? Can you thunder with a voice like him?

Pour out the fury of your anger. Look at everyone who is proud, and bring him low.

Look at everyone who is proud, and humble him. Crush the wicked in their place.

Look now, his strength is in his thighs. His force is in the muscles of his belly.

He moves his tail like a cedar. The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.

His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.