Though I say, 'I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'

I say unto God, 'Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive with me.

But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.

As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: 'Where is he?'

And they say to God, 'Turn aside from us, And the knowledge of Thy ways We have not desired.

For ye say, 'Where is the house of the noble? And where the tent -- The tabernacles of the wicked?'

And I say, 'With my nest I expire, And as the sand I multiply days.'

If not -- say ye, O men of my tent, 'O that we had of his flesh, we are not satisfied.'

Lest ye say, We have found wisdom, God doth thrust him away, not man.

Let men of heart say to me, And a wise man is hearkening to me.

Let us know what we say to Him, We set not in array because of darkness.

And say, 'Hitherto come thou, and add not, And a command is placed On the pride of thy billows.'

Dost thou send out lightnings, and they go And say unto thee, 'Behold us?'