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:

Or that, like an untimely birth hidden away, I had not come into being, like infants that never saw light:

Wherefore give, to the wretched, light? Or, life, to the embittered in soul? -

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,

Laying open deep things, out of darkness, and bringing out to light, the death-shade:

They grope about in the dark, having no light, and He hath made them to reel, like a drunken man.

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.

Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!

Even the light of the lawless, shall go out, - Neither shall shine the flame of his fire;

The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;

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:

That, with a stylus of iron and with lead, for all time - in the rock, they could be graven!

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.

Every misfortune, is laid up for his treasures, - There shall consume, a fire, not blown up, - it shall destroy what remaineth in his tent:

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;

That, to the day of calamity, is the wicked reserved, to the day of indignant visitation, are they led.

And thou shalt decree a purpose, and it shall be fulfilled unto thee, and, upon thy ways, shall have shone a light;

In the field - -a man's fodder, they cut down, and, the vineyard of the lawless, they strip of its late berries;

They, have become rebels against the light, - they are not acquainted with the ways thereof, neither abide they in the paths thereof.

With the light, riseth the murderer, He slayeth the poor and needy, And, in the night, he becometh like a thief.

He breaketh, in the dark, into houses, - By day, they lock themselves in, They know not the light;

They are exalted a little, and are not, Yea having been laid low, like all men, are they gathered, Even as the top of an ear of corn, do they hang down.

Is there any number to his troops? And upon whom ariseth not his light?

A, boundary, hath he encircled on the face of the waters, as far as where light ends in darkness;

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!

From trickling, he restraineth, rivers, and, some hidden thing, is he bringing out to light.

When his lamp shone over my head, by whose light, I could go through darkness;

Rulers, restrained speech, and, a hand, laid they on their mouth;

My root, is laid open to the waters, and, the dew, shall lodge for the night in my boughs;

I laughed at them - they lost confidence, and, the light of my countenance, they suffered not to fail;

Verily I wept, for him whose lot was hard, Grieved was my soul, for the needy.

Surely, for good, I looked, but there came in evil, And I waited for light, but there came in darkness;

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;

If I looked at the sun, when it flashed forth light, or at the moon, majestically marching along;

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.

He hath ransomed my soul from passing away into the pit, - and, my life, in the light, shall have vision.

To bring back his soul from the pit, to enlighten with the light of the living.

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.

Yet, now, men see not the light, bright though it is in the skies, when, a wind, hath passed over, and cleansed them.

Out of the north, a golden light cometh, Upon GOD, is fearful splendour:

Whereon were the pedestals thereof sunk? Or who laid the corner stone thereof; -

That their light may be withdrawn from the lawless, and, the lofty arm, be shivered.

Where then is the way, the light shall abide? And, the darkness, where then is its place?

Canst thou bring forth the signs of the Zodiac each in its season? Or, the Bear and her Young, canst thou lead?

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

Lo! I am of no account, what shall I reply to thee? My hand, have I laid on my mouth:

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

His sneezings, flash forth light, and, his eyes, are like the eyelashes of the dawn;