That day, be it darkness, - Let not God enquire after it from above, May there shine upon it no clear beam:

Let darkness and death-shade buy it back, May there settle down upon it a cloud, Let a day's dark eclipse cause it terror:

That night, darkness take it, - May it not rejoice among the days of the year, Into the number of months, let it not enter.

Lo! that night, be it barren, Let no joyous shouting enter therein:

Let day-cursers denounce it, Those skilled in rousing the dragon of the sky:

Darkened be the stars of its twilight, - Let it wait for light, and there be none, neither let it see the eyelashes of the dawn:

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

I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.

How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?

Let him take from off me his rod, and, his terror, let it not startle me:

My soul doth loathe my life, - I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.

I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!

If, iniquity, be in thy hand, Put it far away, and let there not dwell in thy tents perversity,

Quietly let me alone, that, I, may speak out, then let come on me, what may.

Thy hand - from off me, take thou far away, and, thy terror, let it not startle me!

How many are mine iniquities and sins? My transgression and my sin, let me know!

Let no one trust in him that - by vanity - is deceived, for, vanity, shall be his recompense;

O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry.

Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side;

Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members;

Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors;

There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;

Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;

His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;

Let them thrust him out of light into darkness, Yea, out of the world, let them chase him;

Let him have neither scion nor seed among his people, neither any survivor in his place of sojourn:

Though he spare it, and will not let it go, but retain it in the midst of his mouth,

Let him not see in the channels the flowings of torrents of honey and milk.

Hear ye patiently my words, and let this be your consolation:

Shall, GOD, reserve, for his children, his sorrow? Let him recompense him so that he may know it;

Far be it from me! that I should justify, you, - Even until I breathe my last, will I not let go mine integrity from me:

Let mine enemy be a veritably lawless one! And, he that lifteth himself up against me, one veritably perverse!

Let him weigh me in balances of righteousness, - and let GOD take note of mine integrity!

Let me sow but, another, eat. And let, what I have springing up, be uprooted!

Let my wife, grind to another, and, over her, let others bend!

Let, my shoulder, from the shoulder-blade, fall, and, my arm, from the upper bone, be broken;

Then let me be made to tremble at a great throng, yea let, the contempt of families, terrify me, so that, keeping silence, I shall not go out of the door!

Instead of wheat, let there come forth bramble, and, instead of barley, a bad-smelling weed! Ended are the words of Job.

Let me be partial to no man, and, unto no son of earth, give flattering titles,

Lo! in this, thou hast not been right - let me answer thee, For, GOD, is greater than, man.

What is right, let us choose for ourselves, Let us know, among ourselves, what is good;

Because there is wrath, beware lest he take thee away with a stroke, Then let not, a great ransom, mislead thee.

Let us know what we shall say to him, We cannot set in order, by reason of darkness.

Shall a reprover contend, with the Almighty? He that disputeth with GOD, let him answer it!

He, is the beginning of the ways of GOD, Let his maker, present him his sword: