Now his sons were wont to go, and make a banquet, at the house of each one upon his day, - and to send and call their three sisters, to eat and to drink with them.

Shall, mortal man, be more just than GOD? Or a man be more pure than, his Maker?

Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;

Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!

Yet, if, thou thyself, wilt diligently seek unto GOD, - and, unto the Almighty, wilt make supplication;

Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer, to be absolved, I would make supplication.

That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:

Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.

For thou writest, against me, bitter things, and dost make me inherit the iniquities of my youth;

I could make you determined, by my mouth, and then my lip-solace should restrain you.

How long will ye make a perversion of words? Ye should understand, and, afterwards, we could speak.

Did, I, unto man, make my complaint? Wherefore, then, should my spirit not be impatient?

They rejoice aloud as with timbrel and lyre, and make merry to the sound of the pipe;

Thou shalt make entreaty unto him, and he will hear thee, and, thy vows, shalt thou pay;

Out of the city - out of the houses, they make outcry. and, the soul of the wounded, calleth for help, and, GOD, doth not regard it as foolish.

But, if not, who then can convict me of falsehood? or make of no account my words?

Did not he who, in the womb, made me, make him? And is not he who formed us in the body one?

I said, Days, should speak, - and, the multitude of years, should make known wisdom.

Surely I know not how to give flattering titles, How soon might my Maker take me away!

By reason of the multitude of oppressions, men make outcry, They cry for help, by reason of the arm of the mighty;

But none saith - Where is GOD my maker, Who giveth songs in the night;

There, men make outcry, and he answereth not, because of the arrogance of evil-doers.

I will bring my knowledge from afar, and, to my Maker, will I attribute righteousness.

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

The arrow, will not make him flee, Into chaff, are sling-stones changed by him: