The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;

Who is giving rain on the face of the land, And is sending waters on the out-places.

And, now, please, look upon me, Even to your face do I lie?

Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who is he?

For then thou liftest up thy face from blemish, And thou hast been firm, and fearest not.

And thou hast rested, And none is causing trembling, And many have entreated thy face;

His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?

Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.

Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.

Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?

For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over his confidence.

And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.

My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids is death-shade.

Their seed is established, Before their face with them, And their offspring before their eyes.

Who doth declare to his face his way? And for that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?

As to the man of arm -- he hath the earth, And the accepted of face -- he dwelleth in it.

For then on the Mighty thou delightest thyself, And dost lift up unto God thy face,

And the eye of an adulterer Hath observed the twilight, Saying, 'No eye doth behold me.' And he putteth the face in secret.

Light he is on the face of the waters, Vilified is their portion in the earth, He turneth not the way of vineyards.

Taking hold of the face of the throne, Spreading over it His cloud.

I laugh unto them -- they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.

Let me not, I pray you, accept the face of any, Nor unto man give flattering titles,

He maketh supplication unto God, And He accepteth him. And he seeth His face with shouting, And He returneth to man His righteousness.

And He giveth rest, and who maketh wrong? And hideth the face, and who beholdeth it? And in reference to a nation and to a man, It is the same.

And the profane in heart set the face, They cry not when He hath bound them.

And it is turning itself round by His counsels, For their doing all He commandeth them, On the face of the habitable earth.

As a stone waters are hidden, And the face of the deep is captured.

He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.

Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?

The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth are terrible.

And now, take to you seven bullocks and seven rams, and go ye unto My servant Job, and ye have caused a burnt-offering to ascend for you; and Job My servant doth pray for you, for surely his face I accept, so as not to do with you folly, because ye have not spoken concerning Me rightly, like My servant Job.

And they go -- Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, Zophar the Naamathite -- and do as Jehovah hath spoken unto them; and Jehovah doth accept the face of Job.