when the Sabeans swooped down, and took them, and, the young men, smote they with the edge of the sword, - and escaped am, only I alone, too tell 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.

when lo! a great wind, came from over the desert, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they died, - and escaped am, only I alone, to tell thee.

Now when the three friends of Job heard of all this misfortune which had befallen him, - they came, every man from his own place, Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite, - for they had by appointment met together to come to shew sympathy with him, and to comfort him.

And, when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept - and rent, every one his robe, and sprinkled dust upon their heads, toward the heavens.

And they sat with him upon the ground, seven days and seven nights, - and none was speaking unto him a word, for they saw that, exceeding great, was the stinging pain.

At once are prisoners at peace, they hear not the voice of a driver:

Small and great, there, they are, and, the slave, is free from his master.

Who rejoice unto exultation, Are glad, when they can find the grave:

So far as I have seen, They who plow for iniquity and sow misery, reap the same:

By the blast of GOD, they perish, And, by the breath of his nostrils, are they consumed:

Betwixt morning and evening, are they broken in pieces, With none to save, they utterly perish:

Is not their tent-rope within them, torn away? They die, disrobed of wisdom!

His children are far removed from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, and there is none to deliver:

Who doeth great things, beyond all search, - Wondrous things, till they cannot be recounted;

By day, they encounter darkness, and, as though it were night, they grope at high noon.

Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin - into the balances, they would lift up all at once!

By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.

Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:

They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.

My days, are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.

Shall, they, not teach thee - tell thee, and, out of their memory, bring forth words?

They who hate thee, shall be clothed with shame, but, the tent of the lawless, shall not be!

My days, therefore, are swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have seen no good.

They have passed away with boats of paper-reed, like a vulture which rusheth upon food.

That he would declare to thee the secrets of wisdom, for they are double to that which actually is, - -Know then that GOD could bring into forgetfulness for thee, a portion of thine iniquity.

But, in very deed, ask, I pray thee, the beasts, and they will teach thee, and the bird of the heavens, and it will tell thee;

Lo! He holdeth back the waters, and they dry up, or sendeth them out, and they transform the earth:

They grope about in the dark, having no light, and He hath made them to reel, like a drunken man.

So, a man, hath lain down, and shall not arise, until there are no heavens, they shall not awake, nor be roused up out of their sleep.

His sons, come to honour, and he knoweth it not, Or they are brought low, and he perceiveth it not of them.

They have gaped upon me with their mouth, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks.

And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears: -

Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!

With me to hades, would they go down, If, wholly - into the dust, is the descent!

Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.

Even young children, despise me, I rise up, and they speak against me;

Oh, then, that my words, could be written, Oh that, in a record, they could be inscribed:

That, with a stylus of iron and with lead, for all time - in the rock, they could be graven!

Like his own stubble, shall he utterly perish, They who had seen him, shall say, Where is he?

Like a dream, shall he fly away, and they shall not find him, yea he shall be chased away, as a vision of the night.

They send forth - like a flock - their young ones, and, their children, skip about for joy;

They rejoice aloud as with timbrel and lyre, and make merry to the sound of the pipe;

They complete, in prosperity, their days, and, in a moment to hades, they sink down.

Yet they said unto GOD, Depart from us, and, In the knowledge of thy ways, find we no pleasure.

They become as straw before the wind, and as chaff, which the storm stealeth away.

Together, in the dust, they lie down, and, the worm, spreadeth a covering over them.

That, to the day of calamity, is the wicked reserved, to the day of indignant visitation, are they led.

Is not, GOD, in the height of the heavens? Behold, then, the head of the stars, that they are high.

Boundaries, men move back, flocks, they seize and consume;

The ass of the fatherless, they drive off, they take in pledge the ox of the widow;

They turn aside the needy out of the way, at once, are the humbled of the land made to hide themselves.

Lo! as wild asses in the wilderness, they go forth with their work, eager seekers for prey, the waste plain, yieldeth them food for their young;

In the field - -a man's fodder, they cut down, and, the vineyard of the lawless, they strip of its late berries;

Ill-clad, they are left to lodge without clothing, and have no covering in the cold;

With the sweeping rain of the mountains, are they wet, and, through having no shelter, they embrace a rock.

Men tear, from the breast, the fatherless, and, over the poor, they take a pledge;

Naked, they go about without clothing, and, famished, they carry the sheaves;

Between their walls, are they exposed to the sun, Wine-presses, they tread, and yet are thirsty;

Out of the city - out of the houses, they make outcry. and, the soul of the wounded, calleth for help, and, GOD, doth not regard it as foolish.

They, have become rebels against the light, - they are not acquainted with the ways thereof, neither abide they in the paths thereof.

He breaketh, in the dark, into houses, - By day, they lock themselves in, They know not the light;

They are exalted a little, and are not, Yea having been laid low, like all men, are they gathered, Even as the top of an ear of corn, do they hang down.

Though there is, for silver, a vein, and a place for the gold they refine;

He hath sunken a shaft, away from the inhabitants; Places forsaken by the foot, they hang down, away from men, sway to and fro;

Young men saw me, and hid themselves, and, the aged, arose - they stood;

Rulers, restrained speech, and, a hand, laid they on their mouth;

After I had spoken, they spake not again, and, upon them, used my speech to drop;

And they waited, as for rain, for me, and, their mouths, they opened wide for the spring-rain;

I laughed at them - they lost confidence, and, the light of my countenance, they suffered not to fail;

But, now, they who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused - to set with the dogs of my flock.

In want and hunger, they were lean, - who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!

Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted after them, as after a thief;

In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags;

Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together:

Sons of the base, yea sons of the nameless, they were scourged out of the land.

They abhor me - have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld - spittle!

Because, my girdle, he had loosened and had humbled me, therefore, the bridle - in my presence, cast they off;

On my right hand, the young brood rose up, - My feet, they thrust aside, and cast up against me their earthworks of destruction;

They brake up my path, - My engulfing ruin, they helped forward, unaided;

As through a wide breach, came they on, with a crashing noise, they rolled themselves along.

If I refused the right of my servant, or my handmaid, when they contended with me,

and, against his three friends, was kindled his anger, - because that they found not a response, and condemned God.

They were dismayed, they responded no more, they suffered speech to forsake them;

Though I waited, yet could they not speak, Surely they came to a stand, they responded no more.

For he hath shewn no respect of persons unto princes, neither hath he recognised the rich rather than the poor? For, the work of his hands, are they all.

In a moment, they die, even in the middle of the night, - A people are convulsed when they pass away, A mighty one is removed, without hand;

Therefore, he observeth their works, - and overturneth them in a night, and they are crushed;

Forasmuch, as they turned from following him, and, none of his ways, did they teach;

Look at the heavens and see, - and survey the skies - they are higher than thou.

By reason of the multitude of oppressions, men make outcry, They cry for help, by reason of the arm of the mighty;

He will not withdraw - from a righteous one - his eyes, - but, with kings on the throne, He hath seated men triumphantly, and they have been exalted.

But, if, bound in fetters, they have been captured with cords of affliction,

Then hath he declared to them their deed, and their transgressions - that they were wont to behave themselves proudly;

Thus hath he uncovered their ear to a warning, and said - that they should turn from iniquity.

If they would hearken, and serve, they should complete their days, in prosperity, and their years, in pleasantness;

But, if they would not hearken, by a weapon, should they pass away, and breathe their last, no one knowing.

Yea, the impious in heart, should store up anger, They should not cry for help, when he bound them.

For he draweth up drops of water, They trickle as rain through his mist;

With which the clouds flow down, They drop on man in abundance.