Let those who curse certain days
cast a spell on it,
those who are skilled in rousing Leviathan.

Why is light given to one burdened with grief,
and life to those whose existence is bitter,

In my experience, those who plow injustice
and those who sow trouble reap the same.

how much more those who dwell in clay houses,
whose foundation is in the dust,
who are crushed like a moth!

Isn’t mankind consigned to forced labor on earth?
Are not his days like those of a hired hand?

Are Your days like those of a human,
or Your years like those of a man,

The one who is at ease holds calamity in contempt
and thinks it is prepared for those whose feet are slipping.

The tents of robbers are safe,
and those who provoke God are secure;
God’s power provides this.

For the company of the godless will have no children,
and fire will consume the tents of those who offer bribes.

Those in the west are appalled at his fate,
while those in the east tremble in horror.

All of my best friends despise me,
and those I love have turned against me.

he will vanish forever like his own dung.
Those who know him will ask, “Where is he?”

Have you never consulted those who travel the roads?
Don’t you accept their reports?

The dirt on his grave is sweet to him.
Everyone follows behind him,
and those who go before him are without number.

Why does the Almighty not reserve times for judgment?
Why do those who know Him never see His days?

The wicked are those who rebel against the light.
They do not recognize its ways
or stay on its paths.

As dry ground and heat snatch away the melted snow,
so Sheol steals those who have sinned.

Those who survive him will be buried by the plague,
yet their widows will not weep for them.

He cuts a shaft far from human habitation,
in places unknown to those who walk above ground.
Suspended far away from people,
the miners swing back and forth.

I directed their course and presided as chief.
I lived as a king among his troops,
like one who comforts those who mourn.

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Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times?
Has my soul not grieved for the needy?

If only Job were tested to the limit,
because his answers are like those of wicked men.

Those who have a godless heart harbor anger;
even when God binds them, they do not cry for help.

Do you understand how the clouds float,
those wonderful works of Him who has perfect knowledge?

Who can open his jaws,
surrounded by those terrifying teeth?