There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.

Therefore, from His presence I am troubled, I consider, and am afraid of Him.

Wherefore from the Mighty One Times have not been hidden, And those knowing Him have not seen His days.

They turn aside the needy from the way, Together have hid the poor of the earth.

From the inundation of hills they are wet, And without a refuge -- have embraced a rock.

They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on the poor they lay a pledge.

With whom hast thou declared words? And whose breath came forth from thee?

Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.

This is the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.

Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.

Iron from the dust is taken, And from the firm stone brass.

A stream hath broken out from a sojourner, Those forgotten of the foot, They were low, from man they wandered.

The earth! from it cometh forth bread, And its under-part is turned like fire.

Against the flint he sent forth his hand, He overturned from the root mountains.

From overflowing floods he hath bound, And the hidden thing bringeth out to light.

It hath been hid from the eyes of all living. And from the fowl of the heavens It hath been hidden.

And He saith to man: -- 'Lo, fear of the Lord, that is wisdom, And to turn from evil is understanding.'

And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.

From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),

Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.

They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.

Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.

My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

And what is the portion of God from above? And the inheritance of the Mighty from the heights?

If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,

If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the widow do consume,

(But from my youth He grew up with me as with a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)

If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,

My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.

For a dread unto me is calamity from God, And because of His excellency I am not able.

And these three men cease from answering Job, for he is righteous in his own eyes,

(They have broken down, They have not answered again, They removed from themselves words.

Lo, I am, according to thy word, for God, From the clay I -- I also, have been formed.

To turn aside man from doing, And pride from man He concealeth.

He keepeth back his soul from corruption, And his life from passing away by a dart.

His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!

Then He doth favour him and saith, 'Ransom him from going down to the pit, I have found an atonement.'

He hath ransomed my soul From going over into the pit, And my life on the light looketh.'

To bring back his soul from the pit, To be enlightened with the light of the living.

Therefore, O men of heart, hearken to me; Far be it from God to do wickedness, And from the Mighty to do perverseness:

Because that against right They have turned aside from after Him, And none of His ways have considered wisely,

From the reigning of a profane man, From the snares of a people;

For thou sayest, 'What doth it profit Thee! What do I profit from my sin?'

If thou hast been righteous, What dost thou give to Him? Or what from thy hand doth He receive?

I lift up my knowledge from afar, And to my Maker I ascribe righteousness.

He withdraweth not from the righteous His eyes, And from kings on the throne, And causeth them to sit for ever, and they are high,

And He uncovereth their ear for instruction, And saith that they turn back from iniquity.

And also He moved thee from a strait place, To a broad place -- no straitness under it, And the sitting beyond of thy table Hath been full of fatness.

All men have looked on it, Man looketh attentively from afar.

Also, at this my heart trembleth, And it moveth from its place.

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

From the inner chamber cometh a hurricane, And from scatterings winds -- cold,

From the breath of God is frost given, And the breadth of waters is straitened,

How thy garments are warm, In the quieting of the earth from the south?

From the golden north it cometh, Beside God is fearful honour.

And He shutteth up with doors the sea, In its coming forth, from the womb it goeth out.

And withheld from the wicked is their light, And the arm lifted up is broken.

From whose belly came forth the ice? And the hoar-frost of the heavens, Who hath begotten it?

He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.

Among the trumpets he saith, Aha, And from afar he doth smell battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.

From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,

His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.

From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.

Thou hast known that for all things Thou art able, And not withheld from Thee is any device:

'Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'

A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.

My voice is unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

Thou hast given joy in my heart, From the time their corn and their wine Have been multiplied.

Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall from their own counsels, In the abundance of their transgressions Drive them away, Because they have rebelled against Thee.

Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

'The Erring One,' by David, that he sung to Jehovah concerning the words of Cush a Benjamite. O Jehovah, my God, in Thee I have trusted, Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me.

From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger.

In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face.

Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,

To the Overseer, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:

Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?

Jehovah from the heavens Hath looked on the sons of men, To see if there is a wise one -- seeking God.

Who doth give from Zion the salvation of Israel? When Jehovah doth turn back To a captivity of His people, Jacob doth rejoice -- Israel is glad!

From before thee my judgment doth go out; Thine eyes do see uprightly.

Separate wonderfully Thy kindness, O Saviour of the confiding, By Thy right hand, from withstanders.

From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.

Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,

From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion is in life, And with Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied with sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.

To the Overseer. -- By a servant of Jehovah, by David, who hath spoken to Jehovah the words of this song in the day Jehovah delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, and from the hand of Saul, and he saith: -- I love Thee, O Jehovah, my strength.

The 'Praised One' I call Jehovah, And from my enemies I am saved.

In mine adversity I call Jehovah, And unto my God I cry. He heareth from His temple my voice, And My cry before Him cometh into His ears.

Gone up hath smoke by His nostrils, And fire from His mouth consumeth, Coals have been kindled by it.

From the brightness over-against Him His thick clouds have passed on, Hail and coals of fire.

And seen are the streams of waters, And revealed are foundations of the earth. From Thy rebuke, O Jehovah, From the breath of the spirit of Thine anger.

He sendeth from above -- He taketh me, He draweth me out of many waters.

He delivereth me from my strong enemy, And from those hating me, For they have been stronger than I.

For all His judgments are before me, And His statutes I turn not from me.

And I am perfect with him, And I keep myself from mine iniquity.

Thou dost deliver me From the strivings of the people, Thou placest me for a head of nations, A people I have not known do serve me.

My deliverer from mine enemies, Above my withstanders Thou raisest me, From a man of violence dost deliver me.

And he, as a bridegroom, goeth out from his covering, He rejoiceth as a mighty one To run the path.