I have seen the foolish taking root, but suddenly I cursed his habitation.

While it is yet in its greenness, not cut down, it withers before any other reed.

Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;

For you write bitter things against me, and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth:

Though its root grows old in the earth, and its stock dies in the ground,

My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor.

If you say, 'How we will persecute him.' because the root of the matter is found in me,

Their houses are safe from fear, neither is the rod of God upon them.

"As God lives, who has taken away my right, Shaddai, who has made my soul bitter.

My root is spread out to the waters. The dew lies all night on my branch.

On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.

For it is a fire that consumes to destruction, and would root out all my increase.

oh that I had one to hear me. (behold, here is my signature, let Shaddai answer me); let the accuser write my indictment.

"If there is beside him an angel, an interpreter, one among a thousand, to show to man what is right for him;

He sings before men, and says, 'I have sinned, and perverted that which was right, and it did not profit me.

Let us choose for us that which is right. Let us know among ourselves what is good.

For Job has said, 'I am righteous, God has taken away my right:

Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.'

"Do you think this to be your right, or do you say, 'My righteousness is more than God's,'

He doesn't preserve the life of the wicked, but gives to the afflicted their right.

Then I will also admit to you that your own right hand can save you.

He lies under the lotus trees, in the covert of the reed, and the marsh.

It was so, that after the LORD had spoken these words to Job, the LORD said to Eliphaz the Temanite, "My wrath is kindled against you, and against your two friends; for you have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job has.

Now therefore, take to yourselves seven bulls and seven rams, and go to my servant Job, and offer up for yourselves a burnt offering; and my servant Job shall pray for you, for I will accept him, that I not deal with you according to your folly. For you have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job has."