When they lifted up their eyes at a distance and did not recognize him, they raised their voices and wept. And each of them tore his robe and they threw dust over their heads toward the sky.

“Does the wild donkey bray over his grass,
Or does the ox low over his fodder?

“You would even cast lots for the orphans
And barter over your friend.

“Am I the sea, or the sea monster,
That You set a guard over me?

“He thrives before the sun,
And his shoots spread out over his garden.

“God hands me over to ruffians
And tosses me into the hands of the wicked.

“I have sewed sackcloth over my skin
And thrust my horn in the dust.

“Look at me, and be astonished,
And put your hand over your mouth.

“While he is carried to the grave,
Men will keep watch over his tomb.

“He stretches out the north over empty space
And hangs the earth on nothing.

“He obscures the face of the full moon
And spreads His cloud over it.

“The proud beasts have not trodden it,
Nor has the fierce lion passed over it.

“Oh that I were as in months gone by,
As in the days when God watched over me;

When His lamp shone over my head,
And by His light I walked through darkness;

As I was in the prime of my days,
When the friendship of God was over my tent;

May my wife grind for another,
And let others kneel down over her.

He keeps back his soul from the pit,
And his life from passing over into Sheol.

“Who gave Him authority over the earth?
And who has laid on Him the whole world?

“Do you know the ordinances of the heavens,
Or fix their rule over the earth?

“With shaking and rage he races over the ground,
And he does not stand still at the voice of the trumpet.

“Will the traders bargain over him?
Will they divide him among the merchants?

“He looks on everything that is high;
He is king over all the sons of pride.”