Lo -- unto the moon, and it shineth not, And stars have not been pure in His eyes.

What -- thou hast helped the powerless, Saved an arm not strong!

Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.

My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.

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

On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.

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

If his sons multiply -- for them is a sword. And his offspring are not satisfied with bread.

His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

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

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

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

Nor trodden it have the sons of pride, Not passed over it hath the fierce lion.

Man hath not known its arrangement, Nor is it found in the land of the living.

The deep hath said, 'It is not in me,' And the sea hath said, 'It is not with me.'

Gold is not given for it, Nor is silver weighed -- its price.

It is not valued with pure gold of Ophir, With precious onyx and sapphire,

Not equal it do gold and crystal, Nor is its exchange a vessel of fine gold.

Corals and pearl are not remembered, The acquisition of wisdom is above rubies.

Not equal it doth the topaz of Cush, With pure gold it is not valued.

A father I am to the needy, And the cause I have not known I search out.

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

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

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

At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.

I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.

Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.

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

My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.

Is not calamity to the perverse? And strangeness to workers of iniquity?

Doth not He see my ways, And all my steps number?

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

And I do eat my morsel by myself, And the orphan hath not eat of it,

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

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

Yea, I have not suffered my mouth to sin, To ask with an oath his life.

If not -- say ye, O men of my tent, 'O that we had of his flesh, we are not satisfied.'

In the street doth not lodge a stranger, My doors to the traveller I open.

Because I fear a great multitude, And the contempt of families doth affright me, Then I am silent, I go not out of the opening.

If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on myself.

and against his three friends hath his anger burned, because that they have not found an answer, and condemn Job.

The multitude are not wise, Nor do the aged understand judgment.

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.

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

And I have waited, but they do not speak, For they have stood still, They have not answered any more.)

Lo, my breast is as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.

Let me not, I pray you, accept the face of any, Nor unto man give flattering titles,

For I have not known to give flattering titles, In a little doth my Maker take me away.

Lo, my terror doth not frighten thee, And my burden on thee is not heavy.

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

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

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

In a dream -- a vision of night, In the falling of deep sleep on men, In slumberings on a bed.

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

He looketh on men, and saith, 'I sinned, And uprightness I have perverted, And it hath not been profitable to me.

If there are not -- hearken thou to me, Keep silent, and I teach thee wisdom.

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

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

That hath not accepted the person of princes, Nor hath known the rich before the poor, For a work of His hands are all of them.

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

Therefore He knoweth their works, And He hath overturned by night, And they are bruised.

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

Besides that which I see, shew Thou me, If iniquity I have done -- I do not add?'

By thee doth He recompense, That thou hast refused -- That thou dost choose, and not I? And what thou hast known, speak.

Job -- not with knowledge doth he speak, And his words are not with wisdom.

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

There they cry, and He doth not answer, Because of the pride of evil doers.

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

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

And, now, because there is not, He hath appointed His anger, And He hath not known in great extremity.

For, truly, my words are not false, The perfect in knowledge is with thee.

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

He reviveth not the wicked, And the judgment of the poor appointeth;

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 if they do not hearken, By the dart they pass away, And expire without knowledge.

And the profane in heart set the face, They cry not when He hath bound them.

Lest He move thee with a stroke, And the abundance of an atonement turn thee not aside.

Desire not the night, For the going up of peoples in their stead.

Take heed -- do not turn unto iniquity, For on this thou hast fixed Rather than on affliction.

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

After it roar doth a voice -- He thundereth with the voice of His excellency, And He doth not hold them back, When His voice is heard.

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

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

And now, they have not seen the light, Bright it is in the clouds, And the wind hath passed by and cleanseth them.

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.

And say, 'Hitherto come thou, and add not, And a command is placed On the pride of thy billows.'

Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.

He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.

For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding:

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

With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.

Once I have spoken, and I answer not, And twice, and I add not.

Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.

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?

I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.

One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.