With God is wisdom and might; He hath counsel and understanding.

With him is strength and wisdom; The deceived and the deceiver are his.

He taketh away understanding from the chiefs of the people of the earth, And causeth them to wander in a wilderness where there is no way.

Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceiveth a man, will ye deceive him?

Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.

Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with thee, And thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

For there is hope of a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

As the waters fail from the sea, And the river wasteth and drieth up;

My transgression is sealed up in a bag, And thou fastenest up mine iniquity.

But the mountain falling cometh to nought; And the rock is removed out of its place;

Should a wise man make answer with vain knowledge, And fill himself with the east wind?

What knowest thou, that we know not? What understandest thou, which is not in us?

With us are both the gray-headed and the very aged men, Much elder than thy father.

Are the consolations of God too small for thee, Even the word that is gentle toward thee?

What is man, that he should be clean? And he that is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?

How much less one that is abominable and corrupt, A man that drinketh iniquity like water!

(Which wise men have told From their fathers, and have not hid it;

A sound of terrors is in his ears; In prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.

He believeth not that he shall return out of darkness, And he is waited for of the sword.

He wandereth abroad for bread,'saying , Where is it? He knoweth that the day of darkness is ready at his hand.

Distress and anguish make him afraid; They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.

He shall shake off his unripe grape as the vine, And shall cast off his flower as the olive-tree.

I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?

And thou hast laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me : And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.

My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And he that voucheth for me is on high.

My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is ready for me.

Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike hands with me?

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.

But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you.

They change the night into day: The light,'say they , is near unto the darkness.

If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust.

Wherefore are we counted as beasts, And are become unclean in your sight?

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, And he walketh upon the toils.

A noose is hid for him in the ground, And a trap for him in the way.

There shall dwell in his tent that which is none of his: Brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

They that come after shall be astonished at his day, As they that went before were affrighted.

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous, And this is the place of him that knoweth not God.

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as one of his adversaries.

My breath is strange to my wife, And my supplication to the children of mine own mother.

Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

But as for me I know that my Redeemer liveth, And at last he will stand up upon the earth:

And after my skin, even this body , is destroyed, Then without my flesh shall I see God;

Whom I, even I, shall see, on my side, And mine eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger. My heart is consumed within me.

If ye say, How we will persecute him! And that the root of the matter is found in me;

Be ye afraid of the sword: For wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, That ye may know there is a judgment.

Therefore do my thoughts give answer to me, Even by reason of my haste that is in me.

That the triumphing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the godless but for a moment?

Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: They that have seen him shall say, Where is he?

He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.

Yet his food in his bowels is turned, It is the gall of asps within him.

In the fulness of his sufficiency he shall be in straits: The hand of every one that is in misery shall come upon him.

When he is about to fill his belly, God will cast the fierceness of his wrath upon him, And will rain it upon him while he is eating.

All darkness is laid up for his treasures: A fire not blown by man'shall devour him; It shall consume that which is left in his tent.

This is the portion of a wicked man from God, And the heritage appointed unto him by God.

As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?

Their seed is established with them in their sight, And their offspring before their eyes.

Their houses are safe from fear, Neither is the rod of God upon them.

And they say unto God, Depart from us; For we desire not the knowledge of thy ways.

What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? And what profit should we have, if we pray unto him?

Lo, their prosperity is not in their hand: The counsel of the wicked is far from me.

How oft is it that the lamp of the wicked is put out? That their calamity cometh upon them? That God distributeth sorrows in his anger?

That they are as stubble before the wind, And as chaff that the storm carrieth away?

For what careth he for his house after him, When the number of his months is cut off?

His pails are full of milk, And the marrow of his bones is moistened.

For ye say, Where is the house of the prince? And where is the tent wherein the wicked dwelt?

That the evil man is reserved to the day of calamity? That they are led forth to the day of wrath?

The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him, And all men shall draw after him, As there were innumerable before him.

Can a man be profitable unto God? Surely he that is wise is profitable unto himself.

Is it any pleasure to the Almighty, that thou art righteous? Or is it gain to him , that thou makest thy ways perfect?

Is it for thy fear of him that he reproveth thee, That he entereth with thee into judgment?

Is not thy wickedness great? Neither is there any end to thine iniquities.

But as for the mighty man, he had the earth; And the honorable man, he dwelt in it.

Is not God in the height of heaven? And behold the height of the stars, how high they are!

Who were snatched away before their time, Whose foundation was poured out as a stream,

Who said unto God, Depart from us; And, What can the Almighty do for us?

Yet he filled their houses with good things: But the counsel of the wicked is far from me.

Saying , Surely they that did rise up against us are cut off, And the remnant of them the fire hath consumed.

When they cast thee down, thou shalt say, There is lifting up; And the humble person he will save.

He will deliver even him that is not innocent: Yea, he shall be delivered through the cleanness of thy hands.

Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.

Behold, I go forward, but he is not there ; And backward, but I cannot perceive him;

But he knoweth the way that I take; When he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.

But he is in one mind , and who can turn him? And what his soul desireth, even that he doeth.

For he performeth that which is appointed for me: And many such things are with him.

They drive away the ass of the fatherless; They take the widow's ox for a pledge.

Behold, as wild asses in the desert They go forth to their work, seeking diligently for food; The wilderness yieldeth them bread for their children.

The murderer riseth with the light; He killeth the poor and needy; And in the night he is as a thief.

For the morning is to all of them as thick darkness; For they know the terrors of the thick darkness.

Swiftly they pass away upon the face of the waters; Their portion is cursed in the earth: They turn not into the way of the vineyards.