It fell on a day when his sons and his daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house,

and behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and struck the four corners of the house, and it fell on the young men, and they are dead. I alone have escaped to tell you."

Then Job arose, and tore his robe, and shaved his head, and fell down on the ground, and worshiped.

You shall come to your grave in a full age, like a shock of grain comes in its season.

He will still fill your mouth with laughter, your lips with shouting.

"Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,

"Shouldn't the multitude of words be answered? Should a man full of talk be justified?

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail. They shall have no way to flee. Their hope shall be the giving up of the spirit."

Shall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall on you?

"Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.

As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes and dries up,

"Should a wise man answer with vain knowledge, and fill himself with the east wind?

He who denounces his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.

His bones are full of his youth, but youth shall lie down with him in the dust.

When he is about to fill his belly, God will cast the fierceness of his wrath on him. It will rain on him while he is eating.

He shall flee from the iron weapon. The bronze arrow shall strike him through.

Their bulls breed without fail. Their cows calve, and do not miscarry.

One dies in his full strength, being wholly at ease and quiet.

His pails are full of milk. The marrow of his bones is moistened.

The clods of the valley shall be sweet to him. All men shall draw after him, as there were innumerable before him.

I would set my cause in order before him, and fill my mouth with arguments.

After my words they did not speak again. My speech fell on them.

"However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

"If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,

then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.

Yes, I gave you my full attention, but there was no one who convinced Job, or who answered his words, among you.

For I am full of words. The spirit within me constrains me.

Who says to a king, 'Vile.' or to nobles, 'Wicked.'?

Yes, he would have allured you out of distress, into a broad place, where there is no restriction. That which is set on your table would be full of fatness.

"But you are full of the judgment of the wicked. Judgment and justice take hold of you.

For he says to the snow, 'Fall on the earth;' likewise to the shower of rain, and to the showers of his mighty rain.

He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.

Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?

The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

So Job died, being old and full of days.