who is waiting for death, but it comes not; and dig for it more than for treasures?

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

Remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall no more see good.

The eye of him who has seen me shall see me no more; Your eyes are on me, and I am gone.

As the cloud falls and vanishes away, so he who goes down to the grave shall come up no more.

He shall return no more to his house, nor shall his place know him any more.

Can the rush grow up without mire? Can the reed-grass grow without water?

Those who hate you shall be clothed with shame; and the tent of the wicked shall be no more.

so man lies down and does not rise. Till the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, nor be awakened out of their sleep.

How much more hateful and filthy is man, who drinks iniquity like water?

His sides are full of milk, his bones are wet with marrow.

nor have I gone back from the commandment of His lips; I treasured the words of His mouth more than my portion.

The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be remembered no more; and injustice shall be broken like a tree.

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

They are broken; they answer no more; words have left them.

Shall I wait because you do not speak, because they stand still, answering no more?

Besides what I see, You teach me; if I have done iniquity, I will do it no more.

Do you think this to be right, you that say, I am more just than God?

For you say, What will it benefit you? And, What good shall I have more than if I had sinned?

who teaches us more than the animals of the earth, and makes us wiser than the birds of the heavens?

Points of potsherds are under him; he spreads sharp pointed marks on the mire.

And Jehovah blessed the latter days of Job more than the beginning. For he had fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand she asses.