Hast not, thou thyself, made a hedge about him, and about his house, and about all that he hath, on every side? The work of his hands, thou hast blessed, and, his substance, hath broken forth in the land.

Now when the three friends of Job heard of all this misfortune which had befallen him, - they came, every man from his own place, Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite, - for they had by appointment met together to come to shew sympathy with him, and to comfort him.

For what reason, were there prepared for me - knees? and why - breasts, that I might suck?

For, with the stones of the field, shall be thy covenant, and, the wild beast of the field, hath been made thy friend;

So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare, - That I had not concealed the sayings of the Holy One.

Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:

So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.

Who made the Bear, the Giant and the Cluster, and the chambers of the south;

For he is not a man like myself, whom I might answer, nor could we come together into judgment:

There is not, between us, a mediator, who might lay his hand upon us both.

Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.

Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.

As though I had not been, should I have become, - from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.

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

Would it be well, when he searched you out? Or, as one might jest with a mortal, would ye jest, with him?

Both hoary and venerable, are among us, one mightier than thy father in days!

He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man.

That one might plead, for a man, with GOD, - Even a son of man, for his friend!

My way, hath he walled up, that I cannot pass, and, upon my paths, hath he made darkness rest;

A man of might, to him, pertaineth the land, and, the favorite, dwelleth therein:

Oh that I knew where I might find him! I would come even unto his dwelling-place;

Would he, with fulness of might, contend with me? Nay, surely, he, would give heed to me!

There an upright man, might reason with him, so should I deliver myself completely from my judge.

Yea, GOD, hath made timid my heart, and, the Almighty, hath put me in terror.

They turn aside the needy out of the way, at once, are the humbled of the land made to hide themselves.

How hast thou given counsel to one of no-wisdom? or, effective wisdom, abundantly made known?

Lo! these, are the fringes of his way, and what a whisper of a word hath been heard of him! But, the thunder of his might, who could understand?

He hath built, like a moth, his house, - like a hut, which a watcher hath made.

Ravenous beasts have not made a track thereof, neither hath the lion marched thereon:

When he made, for the rain, a decree, and a way for the lightning of thunders,

When I went out to the gate unto the city, in the open place, made ready my seat,

Thou art turned to become a cruel one unto me, With the might of thy hand, thou assailest me;

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

If I made gold my stay, and, to precious metal, said, My confidence!

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!

If, the strength thereof, I used to eat, without payment, and, the soul of the holders thereof, I made groan;

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

The spirit of GOD, hath made me, and, the inspiration of the Almighty, giveth me life.

So that his life maketh loathsome his food, and his soul, dainty meat;

His flesh hath been made fresher than a child's, he hath returned to the days of his youth;

He made supplication unto GOD, who hath accepted him, and he hath beheld his face with a shout of triumph, Thus hath he given back to man his righteousness.

Would that Job might be tested to the uttermost, for replying with the men of iniquity:

Unto a man like thyself, might thy lawlessness reach , and, unto a son of the earth-born, thy righteousness.

Yea he might even have allured thee - out of the mouth of straitness, into a wide space - no narrowness there, - and, the food set down on thy table, should have been full of fatness.

Shall it be declared to him - that I would speak? Were any man to say aught, he might he destroyed?

That it might lay hold of the wings of the earth, and the lawless be shaken out of it?

To satisfy the wild and the wilderness, to cause to spring forth the meadow of young grass?

Whose house I have made the waste plain, and his dwellings, the land of salt:

He diggeth into the plain, and rejoiceth in vigour, he goeth forth to meet armour;

Behold, I pray thee, the Hippopotamus, which I made with thee, Grass - like the ox, he eateth;

After him, he lighteth up a path, one might think the resounding deep to be hoary!

There is not - upon the dust - his like, that hath been made to be without fear;