A man there hath been in the land of Uz -- Job his name -- and that man hath been perfect and upright -- both fearing God, and turning aside from evil.

And there are borne to him seven sons and three daughters,

And the day is, that sons of God come in to station themselves by Jehovah, and there doth come also the Adversary in their midst.

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Hast thou set thy heart against My servant Job because there is none like him in the land, a man perfect and upright, fearing God, and turning aside from evil?'

And the day is, that sons of God come in to station themselves by Jehovah, and there doth come also the Adversary in their midst to station himself by Jehovah.

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Hast thou set thy heart unto My servant Job because there is none like him in the land, a man perfect and upright, fearing God and turning aside from evil? and still he is keeping hold on his integrity, and thou dost move Me against him to swallow him up for nought!'

And they sit with him on the earth seven days and seven nights, and there is none speaking unto him a word when they have seen that the pain hath been very great.

Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.

For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,

There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.

Small and great are there the same. And a servant is free from his lord.

Pray, call, is there any to answer thee? And unto which of the holy ones dost thou turn?

Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.

Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.

And there is hope to the poor, And perverseness hath shut her mouth.

Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?

Is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate desirable things?

Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?

Doing great things till there is no searching, And wonderful, till there is no numbering.

If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand on us both.

For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.

I also have a heart like you, I am not fallen more than you, And with whom is there not like these?

For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.

Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?

O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.

Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire.

Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.

Be ye afraid because of the sword, For furious are the punishments of the sword, That ye may know that there is a judgment.

There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.

Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.

Is not thy wickedness abundant? And there is no end to thine iniquities.

There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.

The naked they cause to lodge Without clothing. And there is no covering in the cold.

Naked is Sheol over-against Him, And there is no covering to destruction.

Surely there is for silver a source, And a place for the gold they refine;

If I see any perishing without clothing, And there is no covering to the needy,

And Elihu seeth that there is no answer in the mouth of the three men, and his anger burneth.

And unto you I attend, And lo, there is no reasoner for Job, Or answerer of his sayings among you.

I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.

If there is by him a messenger, An interpreter -- one of a thousand, To declare for man his uprightness:

If there are words -- answer me, Speak, for I have a desire to justify thee.

If there are not -- hearken thou to me, Keep silent, and I teach thee wisdom.

And if there is understanding, hear this, Give ear to the voice of my words.

There is no darkness nor death-shade, For workers of iniquity to be hidden there;

There they cry, and He doth not answer, Because of the pride of evil doers.

And, now, because there is not, He hath appointed His anger, And He hath not known in great extremity.

Lo, God is high, And we know not the number of His years, Yea, there is no searching.

And his brood gulp up blood, And where the pierced are -- there is he!

For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.

There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.

And there have not been found women fair as the daughters of Job in all the land, and their father doth give to them an inheritance in the midst of their brethren.