A man there hath been in the land of Uz -- Job his name -- and that man hath been perfect and upright -- both fearing God, and turning aside from evil.

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Whence comest thou?' And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, 'From going to and fro in the land, and from walking up and down on it.'

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Hast thou set thy heart against My servant Job because there is none like him in the land, a man perfect and upright, fearing God, and turning aside from evil?'

The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Whence camest thou?' And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, 'From going to and fro in the land, and from walking up and down in it.'

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Hast thou set thy heart unto My servant Job because there is none like him in the land, a man perfect and upright, fearing God and turning aside from evil? and still he is keeping hold on his integrity, and thou dost move Me against him to swallow him up for nought!'

Who is giving rain on the face of the land, And is sending waters on the out-places.

Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,

A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade -- and no order, And the shining is as thick darkness.'

Lo, He keepeth in the waters, and they are dried up, And he sendeth them forth, And they overturn the land.

Turning aside the heart Of the heads of the people of the land, And he causeth them to wander In vacancy -- no way!

To them alone was the land given, And a stranger passed not over into their midst:

His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.

Man hath not known its arrangement, Nor is it found in the land of the living.

Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.

If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,

Whether for a rod, or for His land, Or for kindness -- He doth cause it to come.

To cause it to rain on a land -- no man, A wilderness -- no man in it.

Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land,

And there have not been found women fair as the daughters of Job in all the land, and their father doth give to them an inheritance in the midst of their brethren.