And Job's three friends had word of all this evil which had come on him. And they came every one from his place, Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite. So they came together to a meeting-place, in order that they might go and make clear to Job their grief for him, and give him comfort.

Let it be cursed by those who put a curse on the day; who are ready to make Leviathan awake.

May a man be upright before God? or a man be clean before his Maker?

Give now a cry for help; is there anyone who will give you an answer? and to which of the holy ones will you make your prayer?

But as for me, I would make my prayer to God, and I would put my cause before him:

Who makes the designs of the wise go wrong, so that they are unable to give effect to their purposes.

For after his punishment he gives comfort, and after wounding, his hands make you well.

You will make sport of destruction and need, and will have no fear of the beasts of the earth.

Does the ass of the fields give out his voice when he has grass? or does the ox make sounds over his food?

Did I say, Give me something? or, Make a payment for me out of your wealth?

Give me teaching and I will be quiet; and make me see my error.

Truly, you are such as would give up the child of a dead man to his creditors, and would make a profit out of your friend.

So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.

If you will make search for God with care, and put your request before the Ruler of all;

If you are clean and upright; then he will certainly be moved to take up your cause, and will make clear your righteousness by building up your house again.

Even if my cause was good, I would not be able to give an answer; I would make request for grace from him who was against me.

If death comes suddenly through disease, he makes sport of the fate of those who have done no wrong.

If I am washed with snow water, and make my hands clean with soap;

My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.

That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin:

Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,

Are your words of pride to make men keep quiet? and are you to make sport, with no one to put you to shame?

And would make clear to you the secrets of wisdom, and the wonders of his purpose!

Are you able to take God's measure, to make discovery of the limits of the Ruler of all?

If he goes on his way, shutting a man up and putting him to death, who may make him go back from his purpose?

It seems that I am to be as one who is a cause of laughing to his neighbour, one who makes his prayer to God and is answered! the upright man who has done no wrong is to be made sport of!

There is wealth in the tents of those who make destruction, and those by whom God is moved to wrath are safe; even those whose god is their strength.

But put now a question to the beasts, and get teaching from them; or to the birds of the heaven, and they will make it clear to you;

He takes away the wisdom of the wise guides, and makes judges foolish;

He makes priests prisoners, overturning those in safe positions;

He makes the words of responsible persons without effect, and takes away the good sense of the old;

Will you be hard on a leaf in flight before the wind? will you make a dry stem go more quickly on its way?

Still, at the smell of water, it will make buds, and put out branches like a young plant.

Will a wise man make answer with knowledge of no value, or will he give birth to the east wind?

Will he make arguments with words in which is no profit, and with sayings which have no value?

Truly, you make the fear of God without effect, so that the time of quiet worship before God is made less by your outcry.

May words which are like the wind be stopped? or what is troubling you to make answer to them?

It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.

My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,

Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.

How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?

If you make yourselves great against me, using my punishment as an argument against me,

Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.

His armies come on together, they make their road high against me, and put up their tents round mine.

At my cry my servant gives me no answer, and I have to make a prayer to him.

The heavens make clear his sin, and the earth gives witness against him.

They make songs to the instruments of music, and are glad at the sound of the pipe.

What is the Ruler of all, that we may give him worship? and what profit is it to us to make prayer to him?

Who will make his way clear to his face? and if he has done a thing, who gives him punishment for it?

You will make your prayer to him, and be answered; and you will give effect to your oaths.

For God makes low those whose hearts are lifted up, but he is a saviour to the poor in spirit.

He makes safe the man who is free from sin, and if your hands are clean, salvation will be yours.

Would he make use of his great power to overcome me? No, but he would give attention to me.

Between the lines of olive-trees they make oil; though they have no drink, they are crushing out the grapes.

In the dark he makes holes in the walls of houses: in the daytime they are shutting themselves up, they have no knowledge of the light.

And if it is not so, now, who will make it clear that my words are false, and that what I say is of no value?

Rule and power are his; he makes peace in his high places.

Will he take delight in the Ruler of all, and make his prayer to God at all times?

Though he may get silver together like dust, and make ready great stores of clothing;

Men make signs of joy because of him, driving him from his place with sounds of hissing.

He makes a deep mine far away from those living in the light of day; when they go about on the earth, they have no knowledge of those who are under them, who are hanging far from men, twisting from side to side on a cord.

He makes deep ways, cut through the rock, and his eye sees everything of value.

He keeps back the streams from flowing, and makes the secret things come out into the light.

But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.

They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.

The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:

Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.

Then let my wife give pleasure to another man and let others make use of her body.

Did not God make him as well as me? did he not give us life in our mothers' bodies?

If his back did not give me a blessing, and the wool of my sheep did not make him warm;

For fear of the great body of people, or for fear that families might make sport of me, so that I kept quiet, and did not go out of my door;

I would make clear the number of my steps, I would put it before him like a prince! The words of Job are ended.

I was taking note; and truly not one of you was able to make clear Job's error, or to give an answer to his words.

I will not put forward words like these, or make use of your sayings in answer to him.

For I am not able to give names of honour to any man; and if I did, my Maker would quickly take me away.

Then he makes his secrets clear to men, so that they are full of fear at what they see;

If now there may be an angel sent to him, one of the thousands which there are to be between him and God, and to make clear to man what is right for him;

He makes his prayer to God, and he has mercy on him; he sees God's face with cries of joy; he gives news of his righteousness to men;

He makes a song, saying, I did wrong, turning from the straight way, but he did not give me the reward of my sin.

Let us make the decision for ourselves as to what is right; let us have the knowledge among ourselves of what is good.

What man is like Job, a man who freely makes sport of God,

For in addition to his sin, he is uncontrolled in heart; before our eyes he makes sport of God, increasing his words against him.

I will make answer to you and to your friends:

But no one has said, Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night;

Who gives us more knowledge than the beasts of the earth, and makes us wiser than the birds of the heaven?

Give me a little more time, and I will make it clear to you; for I have still something to say for God.

I will get my knowledge from far, and I will give righteousness to my Maker.

Then he makes clear to them what they have done, even their evil works in which they have taken pride.

He makes the wrong done to the poor the way of their salvation, opening their ears by their trouble.

See that you give praise to his work, about which men make songs.

The thunder makes clear his passion, and the storm gives news of his wrath.

For he says to the snow, Make the earth wet; and to the rain-storm, Come down.

Have you knowledge of God's ordering of his works, how he makes the light of his cloud to be seen?

Will you, with him, make the skies smooth, and strong as a polished looking-glass?

Make clear to me what we are to say to him; we are unable to put our cause before him, because of the dark.

Who is this who makes the purpose of God dark by words without knowledge?

To give water to the land where there is waste and destruction, and to make the dry land green with young grass?

Do you make Mazzaroth come out in its right time, or are the Bear and its children guided by you?

He makes sport of the noise of the town; the voice of the driver does not come to his ears;