And lifting up their eyes when they were still far off, it did not seem that the man they saw was Job because of the change in him. And they gave way to bitter weeping, with signs of grief, and put dust on their heads.

Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.

Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;

So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.

So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.

He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.

My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,

For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.

Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.

Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.

How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?

His food becomes bitter in his stomach; the poison of snakes is inside him.

He shall not see the rivers, the floods, the brooks of honey and butter.

And this one dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.

Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.

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

When I washed my steps with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil;

And I shall break the biter's teeth of the evil one, and I shall cast the prey from his teeth.

But Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram, became indignant. His indignation was kindled and burned and he became upset with Job because he justified himself rather than God [and even expressed doubts about God’s character].

What profit is it to me, and how am I better off than if I had done wrong?

Darest thou lay hand upon him? It is better for thee to consider what harm might happen thee therethrough, and not to touch him.

Who ever went against me, and got the better of me? There is no one under heaven!

A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.