Who long for death, but there is none,
And dig for it more than for hidden treasures,

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

His sides are filled out with fat,
And the marrow of his bones is moist,

“I have not departed from the command of His lips;
I have treasured the words of His mouth more than my necessary food.

“He has cast me into the mire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.

“Do you think this is according to justice?
Do you say, ‘My righteousness is more than God’s’?

“For you say, ‘What advantage will it be to You?
What profit will I have, more than if I had sinned?’

Who teaches us more than the beasts of the earth
And makes us wiser than the birds of the heavens?’

“Wait for me a little, and I will show you
That there is yet more to be said in God’s behalf.

“Once I have spoken, and I will not answer;
Even twice, and I will add nothing more.”

“His underparts are like sharp potsherds;
He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.

The Lord blessed the latter days of Job more than his beginning; and he had 14,000 sheep and 6,000 camels and 1,000 yoke of oxen and 1,000 female donkeys.