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.

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.

In all this Job did no sin, and did not say that God's acts were foolish.

And lifting up their eyes when they were still far off, it did not seem that the man they saw was Job because of the change in him. And they gave way to bitter weeping, with signs of grief, and put dust on their heads.

Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes.

Why did death not take me when I came out of my mother's body, why did I not, when I came out, give up my last breath?

Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk?

Or as a child dead at birth I might never have come into existence; like young children who have not seen the light.

Did I say, Give me something? or, Make a payment for me out of your wealth?

Truly, you are such as would give up the child of a dead man to his creditors, and would make a profit out of your friend.

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

That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin:

Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,

Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.

Though its root may be old in the earth, and its cut-off end may be dead in the dust;

Were you the first man to come into the world? or did you come into being before the hills?

Because he has been cruel to the poor, turning away from them in their trouble; because he has taken a house by force which he did not put up;

Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.

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.

If I did wrong in the cause of my man-servant, or my woman-servant, when they went to law with me;

Did not God make him as well as me? did he not give us life in our mothers' bodies?

If I kept my food for myself, and did not give some of it to the child with no father;

If his back did not give me a blessing, and the wool of my sheep did not make him warm;

(For I did not let my mouth give way to sin, in putting a curse on his life;)

If the men of my tent did not say, Who has not had full measure of his meat?

The traveller did not take his night's rest in the street, and my doors were open to anyone on a journey;

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;

For I am not able to give names of honour to any man; and if I did, my Maker would quickly take me away.

He makes a song, saying, I did wrong, turning from the straight way, but he did not give me the reward of my sin.

Because they did not go after him, and took no note of his ways,

How may he have knowledge of my desire for talk with him? or did any man ever say, May destruction come on me?

Have you knowledge of the laws of the heavens? did you give them rule over the earth?

His young have blood for their drink, and where the dead bodies are, there is he to be seen.

His back is made of lines of plates, joined tight together, one against the other, like a stamp.

And Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite, went and did as the Lord had said. And the Lord gave ear to Job.