and he saith, 'Naked came I forth from the womb of my mother, and naked I turn back thither: Jehovah hath given and Jehovah hath taken: let the name of Jehovah be blessed.'

Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: 'A man-child hath been conceived.'

That day -- let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.

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

That night -- let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.

Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.

Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.

Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.

Shew me, and I -- I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand.

Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again -- my righteousness is in it.

I say unto God, 'Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive with me.

If iniquity is in thy hand, put it far off, And let not perverseness dwell in thy tents.

Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.

How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.

Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.

O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.

On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.

Let me sow -- and another eat, And my products let be rooted out.

Grind to another let my wife, And over her let others bend.

My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.

Instead of wheat let a thorn go forth, And instead of barley a useless weed! The words of Job are finished.

Let me not, I pray you, accept the face of any, Nor unto man give flattering titles,

Judgment let us choose for ourselves, Let us know among ourselves what is good.

Let men of heart say to me, And a wise man is hearkening to me.

My Father! let Job be tried -- unto victory, Because of answers for men of iniquity,

Let us know what we say to Him, We set not in array because of darkness.

Is the striver with the Mighty instructed? The reprover of God, let him answer it.