Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,

For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!

To a despiser of his friends is shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.

Doth God pervert judgment? And doth the Mighty One pervert justice?

If thou dost seek early unto God, And unto the Mighty makest supplication,

By searching dost thou find out God? Unto perfection find out the Mighty One?

With Him are wisdom and might, To him are counsel and understanding.

Pouring contempt upon princes, And the girdle of the mighty He made feeble.

Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.

For he stretched out against God his hand, And against the Mighty he maketh himself mighty.

I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.

I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.

He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.

Wherefore do the wicked live? They have become old, Yea, they have been mighty in wealth.

What is the Mighty One that we serve Him? And what do we profit when we meet with Him?'

His own eyes see his destruction, And of the wrath of the Mighty he drinketh.

Is it a delight to the Mighty One That thou art righteous? is it gain, That thou makest perfect thy ways?

Those saying to God, 'Turn aside from us,' And what doth the Mighty One to them?

If thou dost return unto the Mighty Thou art built up, Thou puttest iniquity far from thy tents.

And the Mighty hath been thy defence, And silver is strength to thee.

For then on the Mighty thou delightest thyself, And dost lift up unto God thy face,

And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.

Wherefore from the Mighty One Times have not been hidden, And those knowing Him have not seen His days.

And hath drawn the mighty by his power, He riseth, and none believeth in life.

Lo, these are the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?

God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.

On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?

I shew you by the hand of God, That which is with the Mighty I hide not.

This is the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.

When yet the Mighty One is with me. Round about me -- my young ones,

And what is the portion of God from above? And the inheritance of the Mighty from the heights?

Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.

Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Doth cause them to understand.

The Spirit of God hath made me, And the breath of the Mighty doth quicken me.

Therefore, O men of heart, hearken to me; Far be it from God to do wickedness, And from the Mighty to do perverseness:

Yea, truly, God doth not do wickedly, And the Mighty doth not pervert judgment.

In a moment they die, and at midnight Shake do people, and they pass away, And they remove the mighty without hand.

He breaketh the mighty -- no searching! And He appointeth others in their stead.

Because of the multitude of oppressions They cause to cry out, They cry because of the arm of the mighty.

Surely vanity God doth not hear, And the Mighty doth not behold it.

Lo, God is mighty, and despiseth not, Mighty in power and heart.

Then He declareth to them their work, And their transgressions, Because they have become mighty,

The Mighty! we have not found Him out, High in power and judgment, He doth not answer! And abundant in righteousness,

Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck with a mane?

Is the striver with the Mighty instructed? The reprover of God, let him answer it.

I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.

From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.