"Remember, now, whoever perished, being innocent? Or where were the upright cut off?

Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?

Did I say, 'Give to me?' or, 'Offer a present for me from your substance?'

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?

He is green before the sun. His shoots go forth over his garden.

But now you number my steps. Do you not watch over my sin?

Yet he will be borne to the grave. Men shall keep watch over the tomb.

Lay your treasure in the dust, the gold of Ophir among the stones of the brooks.

He stretches out the north over empty space, and hangs the earth on nothing.

It can't be valued with the gold of Ophir, with the precious onyx, or the sapphire.

"Oh that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me;

Who put him in charge of the earth? or who has appointed him over the whole world?

I will get my knowledge from afar, and will ascribe righteousness to my Maker.

All men have looked thereon. Man sees it afar off.

Do you know the laws of the heavens? Can you establish its dominion over the earth?

As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, 'Aha.' He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.

Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."

Now therefore, take to yourselves seven bulls and seven rams, and go to my servant Job, and offer up for yourselves a burnt offering; and my servant Job shall pray for you, for I will accept him, that I not deal with you according to your folly. For you have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job has."