It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude is over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear:

“Oh, that my grief could actually be weighed
And placed in the balances together with my tragedy [to see if my grief is the grief of a coward]!

Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.

Naked is Sheol over-against Him, And there is no covering to destruction.

It cannot be weighed against the gold of Ophir, against precious onyx, or sapphire;

If thy children have sinned against him, he hath also given them over into the hand of their transgression.

And lo, a great wind hath come from over the wilderness, and striketh against the four corners of the house, and it falleth on the young men, and they are dead, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;

“He looks on everything that is high [without terror];
He is monarch over all the sons of pride. [And now, Job, who are you who does not dare to disturb the beast, yet who dares resist Me, the beast’s creator? Everything under the heavens is Mine; therefore, who can have a claim against God?]”