And he saith unto her, 'As one of the foolish women speaketh, thou speakest; yea, the good we receive from God, and the evil we do not receive.' In all this Job hath not sinned with his lips.

That night -- let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.

Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again -- my righteousness is in it.

Yea, thou dost make reverence void, And dost diminish meditation before God.

And where is now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

It cometh to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sendeth forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Yea, He raineth on him in his eating.

Yea, if I have remembered, then I have been troubled. And my flesh hath taken fright.

Wherefore do the wicked live? They have become old, Yea, they have been mighty in wealth.

He delivereth the not innocent, Yea, he hath been delivered By the cleanness of thy hands.

The borders they reach, A drove they have taken violently away, Yea, they do evil.

To me they have hearkened, Yea, they wait, and are silent for my counsel.

Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.

Yea, I have not suffered my mouth to sin, To ask with an oath his life.

Yea, truly, God doth not do wickedly, And the Mighty doth not pervert judgment.

Yea, doth one hating justice govern? Or the Most Just dost thou condemn?

Teaching us more than the beasts of the earth, Yea, than the fowl of the heavens He maketh us wiser.'

Yea, though thou sayest thou dost not behold Him, Judgment is before Him, and stay for Him.

Lo, God is high, And we know not the number of His years, Yea, there is no searching.

Yea, doth any understand The spreadings out of a cloud? The noises of His tabernacle?

Hearken diligently to the trembling of His voice, Yea, the sound from His mouth goeth forth.

Yea, by filling He doth press out a cloud, Scatter a cloud doth His light.

Hast thou come in unto the treasure of snow? Yea, the treasures of hail dost thou see?

Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?

A rock he doth inhabit, Yea, he lodgeth on the tooth of a rock, and fortress.

Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.

His heart is firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.