And at the end of their days of feasting, Job sent and made them clean, getting up early in the morning and offering burned offerings for them all. For, Job said, It may be that my sons have done wrong and said evil of God in their hearts. And Job did this whenever the feasts came round.

And this one was still talking when another came, and said, The fire of God came down from heaven, burning up the sheep and the goats and the young men completely, and I was the only one who got away safe to give you the news.

And this one was still talking when another came, and said, The Chaldaeans made themselves into three bands, and came down on the camels and took them away, putting the young men to the sword, and I was the only one who got away safe to give you the news.

When a great wind came rushing from the waste land against the four sides of the house, and it came down on the young men, and they are dead; and I was the only one who got away safe to give you the news.

Then Job got up, and after parting his clothing and cutting off his hair, he went down on his face to the earth, and gave worship, and said,

Let its morning stars be dark; let it be looking for light, but may it not have any; let it not see the eyes of the dawn.

A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again.

If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?

And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.

If your children have done evil against him, then their punishment is from his hand.

When it is still green, without being cut down, it becomes dry and dead before any other plant.

God's wrath may not be turned back; the helpers of Rahab were bent down under him.

Though I was in the right, he would say that I was in the wrong; I have done no evil; but he says that I am a sinner.

I have done no wrong; I give no thought to what becomes of me; I have no desire for life.

It is all the same to me; so I say, He puts an end to the sinner and to him who has done no wrong together.

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

The land is given into the power of the evil-doer; the faces of its judges are covered; if not by him, then who has done it?

I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.

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!

Who does not see by all these that the hand of the Lord has done this?

Truly, there is no building up of what is pulled down by him; when a man is shut up by him, no one may let him loose.

He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.

For there is hope of a tree; if it is cut down, it will come to life again, and its branches will not come to an end.

So man goes down to his last resting-place and comes not again: till the heavens come to an end, they will not be awake or come out of their sleep.

And he has made his resting-place in the towns which have been pulled down, in houses where no man had a right to be, whose fate was to become masses of broken walls.

He does not get wealth for himself, and is unable to keep what he has got; the heads of his grain are not bent down to the earth.

Though my hands have done no violent acts, and my prayer is clean.

The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers.

Will they go down with me into the underworld? Will we go down together into the dust?

How long will it be before you have done talking? Get wisdom, and then we will say what is in our minds.

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

Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net.

I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.

His bones are full of young strength, but it will go down with him into the dust.

He takes down wealth as food, and sends it up again; it is forced out of his stomach by God.

God gives him his desire, and sends the heat of his wrath on him, making it come down on him like rain.

Their days come to an end without trouble, and suddenly they go down to the underworld.

Together they go down to the dust, and are covered by the worm.

Who will make his way clear to his face? and if he has done a thing, who gives him punishment for it?

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

From the town come sounds of pain from those who are near death, and the soul of the wounded is crying out for help; but God does not take note of their prayer.

Snow waters become dry with the heat: so do sinners go down into the underworld.

The public place of his town has no more knowledge of him, and his name has gone from the memory of men: he is rooted up like a dead tree.

When I went out of my door to go up to the town, and took my seat in the public place,

For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.

If my hand had been lifted up against him who had done no wrong, when I saw that I was supported by the judges;

And if he has mercy on him, and says, Let him not go down to the underworld, I have given the price for his life:

Though I am right, still I am in pain; my wound may not be made well, though I have done no wrong.

What profit is it to me, and how am I better off than if I had done wrong?

If you have done wrong, is he any the worse for it? and if your sins are great in number, what is it to him?

Then he makes clear to them what they have done, even their evil works in which they have taken pride.

He makes the wrong done to the poor the way of their salvation, opening their ears by their trouble.

Who ever gave orders to him, or said to him, You have done wrong?

Flowing down from the sky, and dropping on the peoples.

For he says to the snow, Make the earth wet; and to the rain-storm, Come down.

And it goes this way and that, round about, turning itself by his guiding, to do whatever he gives orders to be done, on the face of his world of men,

On what were its pillars based, or who put down its angle-stone,

Have you, from your earliest days, given orders to the morning, or made the dawn conscious of its place;

They are bent down, they give birth to their young, they let loose the fruit of their body.

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

Send destruction on all who are lifted up, pulling down the sinners from their places.

His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.