The tents of robbers prosper. Those who provoke God are secure, who carry their god in their hands.

With him is strength and wisdom. The deceived and the deceiver are his.

He removes the speech of those who are trusted, and takes away the understanding of the elders.

But you are forgers of lies. You are all physicians of no value.

Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.

How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me know my disobedience and my sin.

Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with you, and you have appointed his bounds that he can't pass;

so man lies down and doesn't rise. Until the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep.

His sons come to honor, and he doesn't know it. They are brought low, but he doesn't perceive it of them.

"Are you the first man who was born? Or were you brought forth before the hills?

With us are both the gray-headed and the very aged men, much elder than your father.

Are the consolations of God too small for you, even the word that is gentle toward you?

Behold, he puts no trust in his holy ones. Yes, the heavens are not clean in his sight;

the wicked man writhes in pain all his days, even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.

"I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters.

For when a few years are come, I shall go the way from whence I shall not return.

"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.

Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.

My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.

My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.

If I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'

Why are we counted as animals, which have become unclean in your sight?

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous. This is the place of him who doesn't know God."

You have reproached me ten times. You aren't ashamed that you attack me.

"He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.

Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?

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

He draws it forth, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.

Their houses are safe from fear, neither is the rod of God upon them.

How often is it that they are as stubble before the wind, as chaff that the storm carries away?

"Shall any teach God knowledge, seeing he judges those who are high?

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

that the evil man is reserved to the day of calamity, That they are led forth to the day of wrath?

Is it any pleasure to Shaddai, that you are righteous? Or does it benefit him, that you make your ways perfect?

Therefore snares are around you. Sudden fear troubles you,

"Isn't God in the heights of heaven? See the height of the stars, how high they are.

Thick clouds are a covering to him, so that he doesn't see. He walks on the vault of the sky.'

The righteous see it, and are glad. The innocent ridicule them,

saying, 'Surely those who rose up against us are cut off. The fire has consumed the remnant of them.'

For he performs that which is appointed for me. Many such things are with him.

"Why aren't times made known by Shaddai? Why do not those who know him see his days?

There are people who remove the landmarks. They violently take away flocks, and feed them.

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for lack of a shelter.

There are those who pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor,

"These are of those who rebel against the light. They do not know its ways, nor abide in its paths.

"They are foam on the surface of the waters. Their portion is cursed in the earth. They do not turn into the way of the vineyards.

God gives them security, and they rest in it. His eyes are on their ways.

They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone. Yes, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all others, and are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.

"Dominion and fear are with him. He makes peace in his high places.

Behold, even the moon has no brightness, and the stars are not pure in his sight;

"Those who are deceased tremble, those beneath the waters and all that live in them.

The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his rebuke.

By his Spirit the heavens are garnished. His hand has pierced the swift serpent.

Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways. How small a whisper do we hear of him. But the thunder of his power who can understand?"

If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword. His offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.

He breaks open a shaft away from where people live. They are forgotten by the foot. They hang far from men, they swing back and forth.

"But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.

They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.

They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief;

Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.

They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.

In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

"If I have made gold my hope, and have said to the fine gold, 'You are my confidence;'

let briars grow instead of wheat, and stinkweed instead of barley." The words of Job are ended.

Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite answered, "I am young, and you are very old; Therefore I held back, and did not dare show you my opinion.

It is not the great who are wise, nor the aged who understand justice.

"They are amazed. They answer no more. They do not have a word to say.

Behold, I am toward God even as you are. I am also formed out of the clay.

"Behold, I will answer you. In this you are not just, for God is greater than man.

Who doesn't respect the persons of princes, nor regards the rich more than the poor; for they all are the work of his hands.

In a moment they die, even at midnight. The people are shaken and pass away. The mighty are taken away without a hand.

"For his eyes are on the ways of a man. He sees all his goings.

Therefore he takes knowledge of their works. He overturns them in the night, so that they are destroyed.

'Job speaks without knowledge. His words are without wisdom.'

Look to the heavens, and see. See the skies, which are higher than you.

If you have sinned, what effect do you have against him? If your transgressions are multiplied, what do you do to him?

If you are righteous, what do you give him? Or what does he receive from your hand?

Your wickedness may hurt a man as you are, and your righteousness may profit a son of man.

For truly my words are not false. One who is perfect in knowledge is with you.

He doesn't withdraw his eyes from the righteous, but with kings on the throne, he sets them forever, and they are exalted.

If they are bound in fetters, and are taken in the cords of afflictions,

"But those who are godless in heart lay up anger. They do not cry for help when he binds them.

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

Do not desire the night, when people are cut off in their place.

Therefore men revere him. He doesn't regard any who are wise of heart."

Can you send forth lightnings, that they may go? Do they report to you, 'Here we are?'

"The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; but are they the feathers and plumage of love?

His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is."

He moves his tail like a cedar. The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.

Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.

They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.

His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.

When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.

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

Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.