'Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?

'Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?

I also have a heart like you, I am not fallen more than you, And with whom is there not like these?

According to your knowledge I have known -- also I. I am not fallen more than you.

His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.

Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten on him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.

Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

and burn doth the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram; against Job hath his anger burned, because of his justifying himself more than God;

And I have waited, but they do not speak, For they have stood still, They have not answered any more.)

For He doth not suffer man any more, To go unto God in judgment,

This hast thou reckoned for judgment: Thou hast said -- 'My righteousness is more than God's?'

Teaching us more than the beasts of the earth, Yea, than the fowl of the heavens He maketh us wiser.'

Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.

Under him are sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.

And Jehovah hath blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning, and he hath fourteen thousand of a flock, and six thousand camels, and a thousand pairs of oxen, and a thousand she-asses.