Who long for death, but it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;

Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?

How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!

Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.

The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.

He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more.

Can the rush grow up without mire? Can the flag grow without water?

They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; And the tent of the wicked shall be no more.

So man lieth down and riseth not: Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.

The eye which saw him shall see him no more; Neither shall his place any more behold him.

His pails are full of milk, And the marrow of his bones is moistened.

I have not gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have treasured up the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.

The womb shall forget him; The worm shall feed sweetly on him; He shall be no more remembered; And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Even men that have no helper.

He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

They are amazed, they answer no more: They have not a word to say.

And shall I wait, because they speak not, Because they stand still, and answer no more?

That respecteth not the persons of princes, Nor regardeth the rich more than the poor; For they all are the work of his hands.

For hath any said unto God, I have borne chastisement , I will not offend any more :

That which I see not teach thou me: If I have done iniquity, I will do it no more?

Thinkest thou this to be thy right, Or'sayest thou, My righteousness is more than God's,

That thou sayest, What advantage will it be unto thee? And , What profit shall I have, more than if I had sinned?

Who teacheth us more than the beasts of the earth, And maketh us wiser than the birds of the heavens?

Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.

His underparts are like'sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.

So Jehovah blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning: And he had fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand she-asses.