And they hang Haman upon the tree that he had prepared for Mordecai, and the fury of the king hath lain down.

And the king Ahasuerus saith to Esther the queen, and to Mordecai the Jew, 'Lo, the house of Haman I have given to Esther, and him they have hanged on the tree, because that he put forth his hand on the Jews,

ten sons of Haman son of Hammedatha, adversary of the Jews, they have slain, and on the prey they have not put forth their hand.

and the king saith to Esther the queen, 'In Shushan the palace have the Jews slain and destroyed five hundred men, and the ten sons of Haman; in the rest of the provinces of the king what have they done? and what is thy petition? and it is given to thee; and what thy request again? and it is done.'

And Esther saith, 'If to the king it be good, let it be given also to-morrow, to the Jews who are in Shushan, to do according to the law of to-day; and the ten sons of Haman they hang on the tree.'

And the king saith -- 'to be done so;' and a law is given in Shushan, and the ten sons of Haman they have hanged.

And the Jews who are in Shushan are assembled also on the fourteenth day of the month of Adar, and they slay in Shushan three hundred men, and on the prey they have not put forth their hand.

And the rest of the Jews, who are in the provinces of the king, have been assembled, even to stand for their life, and to rest from their enemies, and to slay among those hating them five and seventy thousand, and on the prey they have not put forth their hand;

And the Jews have received that which they had begun to do, and that which Mordecai hath written unto them,

and in her coming in before the king, he said with the letter, 'Let his evil device that he devised against the Jews turn back upon his own head,' and they have hanged him and his sons on the tree,

therefore they have called these days Purim -- by the name of the lot -- therefore, because of all the words of this letter, and what they have seen concerning this, and what hath come unto them,

to establish these days of Purim, in their seasons, as Mordecai the Jew hath established on them, and Esther the queen, and as they had established on themselves, and on their seed -- matters of the fastings, and of their cry.

and all the work of his strength, and his might, and the explanation of the greatness of Mordecai with which the king made him great, are they not written on the book of the Chronicles of Media and Persia?

and it cometh to pass, when they have gone round the days of the banquet, that Job doth send and sanctify them, and hath risen early in the morning, and caused to ascend burnt-offerings -- the number of them all -- for Job said, 'Perhaps my sons have sinned, yet blessed God in their heart.' Thus doth Job all the days.

and Sheba doth fall, and take them, and the young men they have smitten by the mouth of the sword, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

While this one is speaking another also hath come and saith, 'Chaldeans made three heads, and rush on the camels, and take them, and the young men they have smitten by the mouth of the sword, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare it to thee.'

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.'

And three of the friends of Job hear of all this evil that hath come upon him, and they come in each from his place -- Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite -- and they are met together to come in to bemoan him, and to comfort him;

and they lift up their eyes from afar and have not discerned him, and they lift up their voice and weep, and rend each his robe, and sprinkle dust on their heads -- heavenward.

And they sit with him on the earth seven days and seven nights, and there is none speaking unto him a word when they have seen that the pain hath been very great.

Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses with silver.

(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)

Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,

Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.

Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.

From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.

Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation is in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)

From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.

Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!

Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.

By day they meet darkness, And as night -- they grope at noon.

O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!

My soul is refusing to touch! They are as my sickening food.

My brethren have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away.

By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.

Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.

They were ashamed that one hath trusted, They have come unto it and are confounded.

So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.

My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

Do they not shew thee -- speak to thee, And from their heart bring forth words?

Who is removing mountains, And they have not known, Who hath overturned them in His anger.

My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,

They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.

Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!

Lo, He keepeth in the waters, and they are dried up, And he sendeth them forth, And they overturn the land.

They feel darkness, and not light, He causeth them to wander as a drunkard.

And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.

Honoured are his sons, and he knoweth not; And they are little, and he attendeth not to them.

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

They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.

And the righteous layeth hold on his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And -- dumb are they all.

Night for day they appoint, Light is near because of darkness.

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

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

Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.

Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.

Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?

With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may be hewn.

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

Wherefore do the wicked live? They have become old, Yea, they have been mighty in wealth.

They send forth as a flock their sucklings, And their children skip,

They lift themselves up at timbrel and harp, And rejoice at the sound of an organ.

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.

They are as straw before wind, And as chaff a hurricane hath stolen away,

Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.

That to a day of calamity is the wicked spared. To a day of wrath they are brought.

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

See do the righteous and they rejoice, And the innocent mocketh at them,

For they have made low, And thou sayest, 'Lift up.' And the bowed down of eyes he saveth.

The borders they reach, A drove they have taken violently away, Yea, they do evil.

The ass of the fatherless they lead away, They take in pledge the ox of the widow,

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

Lo, wild asses in a wilderness, They have gone out about their work, Seeking early for prey, A mixture for himself -- food for young ones.

In a field his provender they reap, And the vineyard of the wicked they glean.

The naked they cause to lodge Without clothing. And there is no covering in the cold.

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.

Naked, they have gone without clothing, And hungry -- have taken away a sheaf.

Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.

They have been among rebellious ones of light, They have not discerned His ways, Nor abode in His paths.

He hath dug in the darkness -- houses; By day they shut themselves up, They have not known light.

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.

Pillars of the heavens do tremble, And they wonder because of His rebuke.

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

Surely there is for silver a source, And a place for the gold they refine;

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

Seen me have youths, and they, been hidden, And the aged have risen -- they stood up.

Princes have kept in words, And a hand they place on their mouth.

To me they have hearkened, Yea, they wait, and are silent for my counsel.

After my word they change not, And on them doth my speech drop,

And they wait as for rain for me, And their mouth they have opened wide As for the latter rain.

I laugh unto them -- they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.

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

Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.

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.

On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.

They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, 'He hath no helper.'