Also -- He is to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.

And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.

Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as an hireling his day.

Thou prevailest over him for ever, and he goeth, He is changing his countenance, And Thou sendest him away.

Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'

A fearful voice is in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.

Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.

He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.

Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.

At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.

The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.

Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.

Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.

Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.

Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.

They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.

And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.

To my servant I have called, And he doth not answer, With my mouth I make supplication to him.

But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.

As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,

The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.

His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.

Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.

In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.

It cometh to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sendeth forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Yea, He raineth on him in his eating.

He fleeth from an iron weapon, Pass through him doth a bow of brass.

One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him are terrors.

All darkness is hid for his treasures, Consume him doth a fire not blown, Broken is the remnant in his tent.

Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.

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

What is the Mighty One that we serve Him? And what do we profit when we meet with Him?'

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?

Who doth declare to his face his way? And for that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?

Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.

Thick clouds are a secret place to Him, And He doth not see;' And the circle of the heavens He walketh habitually,

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

Thou dost make supplication unto Him, And He doth hear thee, And thy vows thou completest.

O that I had known -- and I find Him, I come in unto His seat,

I arrange before Him the cause, And my mouth fill with arguments.

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

Lo, forward I go -- and He is not, And backward -- and I perceive him not.

And He is in one mind, And who doth turn Him back? And His soul hath desired -- and He doth it.

For He doth complete my portion, And many such things are with Him.

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.

Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten on him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.

He giveth to him confidence, and he is supported, And his eyes are on their ways.

The rule and fear are with Him, Making peace in His high places.

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

Lo, these are the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?

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

Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

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.

Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.

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

Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.

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

If I rejoice at the ruin of my hater, And stirred up myself when evil found him,

The number of my steps I tell Him, As a leader I approach Him.

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

And he hath not set in array words for me, And with your sayings I do not answer him.

Lo, occasions against me He doth find, He doth reckon me for an enemy to Him,

Wherefore against Him hast thou striven, When for all His matters He answereth not?

If there is by him a messenger, An interpreter -- one of a thousand, To declare for man his uprightness:

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

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

For the work of man he repayeth to him, And according to the path of each He doth cause him to find.

If He doth set on him His heart, His spirit and his breath unto Him He gathereth.

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

To cause to come in unto Him The cry of the poor, And the cry of the afflicted He heareth.

If thou hast sinned, what dost thou against Him? And thy transgressions have been multiplied, What dost thou to Him?

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

Yea, though thou sayest thou dost not behold Him, Judgment is before Him, and stay for Him.

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

Who hath appointed unto Him his way? And who said, 'Thou hast done iniquity?'

Thou hast made an expanse with Him For the clouds -- strong as a hard mirror!

Let us know what we say to Him, We set not in array because of darkness.

Is it declared to Him that I speak? If a man hath spoken, surely he is swallowed up.

The Mighty! we have not found Him out, High in power and judgment, He doth not answer! And abundant in righteousness,

Therefore do men fear Him, He seeth not any of the wise of heart.

Dost thou trust in him because great is his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?

Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And to thy threshing-floor doth gather it?

Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting is terrible.

Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.

Is the striver with the Mighty instructed? The reprover of God, let him answer it.

And an arm like God hast thou? And with a voice like Him dost thou thunder?

Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low.

See every proud one -- humble him, And tread down the wicked in their place.

For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.

Cover him do shades, with their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.

Before his eyes doth one take him, With snares doth one pierce the nose?

Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?

Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?

(Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)

Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!

Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?

None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who is he before Me stationeth himself?