and it cometh to pass, when they have gone round the days of the banquet, that Job doth send and sanctify them, and hath risen early in the morning, and caused to ascend burnt-offerings -- the number of them all -- for Job said, 'Perhaps my sons have sinned, yet blessed God in their heart.' Thus doth Job all the days.

And they sit with him on the earth seven days and seven nights, and there is none speaking unto him a word when they have seen that the pain hath been very great.

Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.

When the tongue scourgeth thou art hid, And thou art not afraid of destruction, When it cometh.

If I lay down then I said, 'When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

When I said, 'My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.

Till when dost thou speak these things? And a strong wind -- sayings of thy mouth?

When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.

When do ye set an end to words? Consider ye, and afterwards do we speak.

Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?

What is the Mighty One that we serve Him? And what do we profit when we meet with Him?'

When together, morning is to them death shade, When he discerneth the terrors of death shade.

For what is the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

When yet the Mighty One is with me. Round about me -- my young ones,

When washing my goings with butter, And the firm rock is with me rivulets of oil.

When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat.

I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.

When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.

Then what do I do when God ariseth? And when He doth inspect, What do I answer Him?

If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in him the gate of my court,

If I see the light when it shineth, And the precious moon walking,

If I rejoice at the ruin of my hater, And stirred up myself when evil found him,

Wherefore against Him hast thou striven, When for all His matters He answereth not?

For he hath said, 'It doth not profit a man, When he delighteth himself with God.'

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

When He doth diminish droppings of the waters, They refine rain according to its vapour,

After it roar doth a voice -- He thundereth with the voice of His excellency, And He doth not hold them back, When His voice is heard.

Dost thou know when God doth place them, And caused to shine the light of His cloud?

Where wast thou when I founded earth? Declare, if thou hast known understanding.

When they bow down in dens -- Abide in a thicket for a covert?

Who doth prepare for a raven his provision, When his young ones cry unto God? They wander without food.