Hast not thou made a hedge about him, and about his house, and about all that he hath on every side? Thou hast blessed the work of his hands, and his substance is spread abroad in the land.

The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

Yet was this one speaking, when, another, came in and said, The Chaldeans, appointed three chiefs, and spread out against the camels, and took them, and, the young men, smote they with the edge of the sword; and escaped am, only I alone, to tell thee.

"Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?

Is not your fear of God your support, and your upright way of life your hope?

From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.

Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:

“The spirit stood still, but I could not discern its appearance;
A form was before my eyes;
There was silence, and then I heard a voice, saying:

Indeed, mischief does not come from the dust, and trouble does not sprout from the earth.

You will make sport of destruction and need, and will have no fear of the beasts of the earth.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

Will ye purpose to reprove words, and for the spirit of the words of him despairing?

Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

How long wilt thou speak these things? and the great spirit of the words of thy mouth?

Whose support is cut off, and whose hope is no stronger than a spider's thread.

He is looking to his family for support, but it is not there; he puts his hope in it, but it comes to nothing.

He is full of sap before the sun, and his sprout shooteth forth over his garden;

Surely this is the joy of his way of life;
yet others will sprout from the dust.

Look, God does not reject a person of integrity,
and He will not support evildoers.

He alone spread out the heavens and he trod upon the heights of the sea.

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

If death comes suddenly through disease, he makes sport of the fate of those who have done no wrong.

Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

"'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.

Are your words of pride to make men keep quiet? and are you to make sport, with no one to put you to shame?

If thou -- thou hast prepared thy heart, And hast spread out unto Him thy hands,

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail. They shall have no way to flee. Their hope shall be the giving up of the spirit."

It seems that I am to be as one who is a cause of laughing to his neighbour, one who makes his prayer to God and is answered! the upright man who has done no wrong is to be made sport of!

In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the spirit of all flesh of man.

Making great to the nations, and he will destroy them: he spread out to the nations, and he will guide them.

Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.

For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?

That thou turnest thy spirit against God, and lettest such words go out of thy mouth?

He will no longer be rich; his wealth will not endure.
His possessions will not increase in the land.

My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,

My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is ready for me.

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

He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.

If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.

My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons of my mother's womb.

I have heard the check of my reproach, and the spirit of my understanding causeth me to answer.

Let me say what is in my mind, and after that, go on making sport of me.

As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?

You have sent widows away without hearing their cause, and you have taken away the support of the child who has no father.

The upright saw it and were glad: and those who had done no wrong made sport of them,

For God makes low those whose hearts are lifted up, but he is a saviour to the poor in spirit.

He takes away his fear of danger and gives him support; and his eyes are on his ways.

To whom hast thou uttered words? and whose spirit came from thee?

He has enclosed the face of the full moon and spread his clouds over it.

By his spirit he hath garnished the heavens; his hand hath formed the crooked serpent.

All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;

"When [the] ear heard and commended me, and [the] eye saw and testified in support of me

For I rescued the poor man who cried out for help,
and the fatherless child who had no one to support him.

My root was spread out by the waters, and the dew lay all night upon my branch.

But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.

if I ever cast my vote against a fatherless child
when I saw that I had support in the city gate,

For fear of the great body of people, or for fear that families might make sport of me, so that I kept quiet, and did not go out of my door;

then let thorns sprout up in place of wheat, and in place of barley, weeds!" The words of Job are ended.

But there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding.

For I am full of matter, the spirit within me constraineth me.

The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.

What man is like Job, a man who freely makes sport of God,

If he set his heart upon man, if he gather unto himself his spirit and his breath;

For in addition to his sin, he is uncontrolled in heart; before our eyes he makes sport of God, increasing his words against him.

Indeed, He lured you from the jaws of distress
to a spacious and unconfined place.
Your table was spread with choice food.

Can anyone understand how the clouds spread out
or how the thunder roars from God’s pavilion?

Lo, He hath spread over it His light, And the roots of the sea He hath covered,

Hast thou with him spread out the sky, which is strong, and as a molten looking glass?

Who hath measured it, knowest thou? Or, who hath spread the line upon it?

“Where is the way that the light is distributed,
Or the east wind scattered over the earth?

To satisfy the desolate and waste ground, and to cause the sprout of the grass to spring forth?

He makes sport of the noise of the town; the voice of the driver does not come to his ears;

When she is shaking her wings on high, she makes sport of the horse and of him who is seated on him.

He is stamping with joy in the valley; he makes sport of fear.

"Does [the] hawk soar by your wisdom? Does it spread its wings to [the] south?

Will you make sport with him, as with a bird? or put him in chains for your young women?

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

Sharpnesses of the potsherd under him: he will spread a trench upon the mire.