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

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

For the arrows of the Ruler of all are present with me, and their poison goes deep into my spirit: his army of fears is put in order against me.

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.

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.

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

You have been kind to me, and your grace has been with me, and your care has kept my spirit safe.

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

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!

But man comes to his death and is gone: he gives up his spirit, and where is he?

So that you are turning your spirit against God, and letting such words go out of your mouth?

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

My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place 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.

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

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

As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is 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 have your words been said? and whose spirit came out from you?

(For all my breath is still in me, and the spirit of God is my life;)

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.

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;

But truly it is the spirit in man, even the breath of the Ruler of all, which gives them knowledge.

The spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Ruler of all gives me life.

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

If he made his spirit come back to him, taking his breath into himself again,

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

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.

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.