By searching dost thou find out God? Unto perfection find out the Mighty One?

A laughter to his friend I am: 'He calleth to God, and He answereth him,' A laughter is the perfect righteous one.

At peace are the tents of spoilers, And those provoking God have confidence, He into whose hand God hath brought.

Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.

For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?

His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?

Is it good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?

Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.

As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.

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

Of the secret counsel of God dost thou hear? And withdrawest thou unto thee wisdom?

Too few for thee are the comforts of God? And a gentle word is with thee,

For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:

For he stretched out against God his hand, And against the Mighty he maketh himself mighty.

And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.

God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.

My interpreter is my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:

And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.

From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

Only these are tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.

Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,

Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?

And after my skin hath compassed this body, Then from my flesh I see God:

Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.

There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.

This is the portion of a wicked man from God. And an inheritance appointed him by God.

Their houses are peace without fear, Nor is a rod of God upon them.

They wear out in good their days, And in a moment to Sheol go down.

And they say to God, 'Turn aside from us, And the knowledge of Thy ways We have not desired.

Lo, not in their hand is their good, (The counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)

God layeth up for his sons his sorrow, He giveth recompense unto him -- and he knoweth.

For what is his delight in his house after him, And the number of his months cut off?

To God doth one teach knowledge, And He the high doth judge?

This one dieth in his perfect strength, Wholly at ease and quiet.

To God is a man profitable, Because a wise man to himself is profitable?

Is not God high in heaven? And see the summit of the stars, That they are high.

And thou hast said, 'What -- hath God known? Through thickness doth He judge?

Who have been cut down unexpectedly, A flood is poured out on their foundation.

Those saying to God, 'Turn aside from us,' And what doth the Mighty One to them?

And he hath filled their houses with good: (And the counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)

'Surely our substance hath not been cut off, And their excellency hath fire consumed.'

Acquaint thyself, I pray thee, with Him, And be at peace, Thereby thine increase is good.

For then on the Mighty thou delightest thyself, And dost lift up unto God thy face,

And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.

For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.

Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.

Treating evil the barren who beareth not, And to the widow he doth no good,

High they were for a little, and they are not, And they have been brought low. As all others they are shut up, And as the head of an ear of corn cut off.

And what? is man righteous with God? And what? is he pure -- born of a woman?

God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.

For all the while my breath is in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.

For what is the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?

I shew you by the hand of God, That which is with the Mighty I hide not.

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

A path -- not known it hath a ravenous fowl, Nor scorched it hath an eye of the kite,

God hath understood its way, And He hath known its place.

Who doth make me as in months past, As in the days of God's preserving me?

As I have been in days of my maturity, And the counsel of God upon my tent.

When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat.

By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.

When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.

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

He doth weigh me in righteous balances, And God doth know my integrity.

Then what do I do when God ariseth? And when He doth inspect, What do I answer Him?

If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in him the gate of my court,

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

It also is a judicial iniquity, For I had lied to God above.

and burn doth the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram; against Job hath his anger burned, because of his justifying himself more than God;

Lest ye say, We have found wisdom, God doth thrust him away, not man.

The Spirit of God hath made me, And the breath of the Mighty doth quicken me.

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

Lo, in this thou hast not been righteous, I answer thee, that greater is God than man.

For once doth God speak, and twice, (He doth not behold it.)

He maketh supplication unto God, And He accepteth him. And he seeth His face with shouting, And He returneth to man His righteousness.

Lo, all these doth God work, Twice -- thrice with man,

Judgment let us choose for ourselves, Let us know among ourselves what is good.

For Job hath said, 'I have been righteous, And God hath turned aside my right,

For he hath said, 'It doth not profit a man, When he delighteth himself with God.'

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

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

For He doth not suffer man any more, To go unto God in judgment,

For unto God hath any said: 'I have taken away, I do not corruptly,

For he doth add to his sin, Transgression among us he vomiteth, And multiplieth his sayings to God.

This hast thou reckoned for judgment: Thou hast said -- 'My righteousness is more than God's?'

And none said, 'Where is God my maker? Giving songs in the night,

Surely vanity God doth not hear, And the Mighty doth not behold it.

Honour me a little, and I shew thee, That yet for God are words.

Lo, God is mighty, and despiseth not, Mighty in power and heart.

If they do hear and serve, They complete their days in good, And their years in pleasantness.

Lo, God doth sit on high by His power, Who is like Him -- a teacher?

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

God thundereth with His voice wonderfully, Doing great things and we know not.

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

Hear this, O Job, Stand and consider the wonders of God.

Dost thou know when God doth place them, And caused to shine the light of His cloud?

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