For the ear tries words, as the palate tastes food.

Let us choose for us that which is right. Let us know among ourselves what is good.

Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.'

What man is like Job, who drinks scorn like water,

Shall even one who hates justice govern? Will you condemn him who is righteous and mighty? --

There is no darkness, nor thick gloom, where the workers of iniquity may hide themselves.

He strikes them as wicked men in the open sight of others;

Shall his recompense be as you desire, that you refuse it? For you must choose, and not I. Therefore speak what you know.

Men of understanding will tell me, yes, every wise man who hears me:

For he adds rebellion to his sin. He claps his hands among us, and multiplies his words against God."

"Do you think this to be your right, or do you say, 'My righteousness is more than God's,'

Your wickedness may hurt a man as you are, and your righteousness may profit a son of man.

But none says, 'Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night,

who teaches us more than the animals of the earth, and makes us wiser than the birds of the sky?'

How much less when you say you don't see him. The cause is before him, and you wait for him!

For truly my words are not false. One who is perfect in knowledge is with you.

"Behold, God is mighty, and doesn't despise anyone. He is mighty in strength of understanding.

Yes, he would have allured you out of distress, into a broad place, where there is no restriction. That which is set on your table would be full of fatness.

Behold, God is exalted in his power. Who is a teacher like him?

Behold, God is great, and we don't know him. The number of his years is unsearchable.

"Yes, at this my heart trembles, and is moved out of its place.

After it a voice roars. He thunders with the voice of his majesty. He doesn't hold back anything when his voice is heard.

By the breath of God, ice is given, and the breadth of the waters is frozen.

It is turned around by his guidance, that they may do whatever he commands them on the surface of the habitable world,

Whether it is for correction, or for his land, or for loving kindness, that he causes it to come.

Do you know the workings of the clouds, the wondrous works of him who is perfect in knowledge?

You whose clothing is warm, when the earth is still by reason of the south wind?

Can you, with him, spread out the sky, which is strong as a cast metal mirror?

Teach us what we shall tell him, for we can't make our case by reason of darkness.

Now men don't see the light which is bright in the skies, but the wind passes, and clears them.

Out of the north comes golden splendor. With God is awesome majesty.

We can't reach the Almighty. He is exalted in power. In justice and great righteousness, he will not oppress.

Therefore men revere him. He doesn't regard any who are wise of heart."

"Who is this who darkens counsel by words without knowledge?

It is changed as clay under the seal, and stands forth as a garment.

From the wicked, their light is withheld. The high arm is broken.

"What is the way to the dwelling of light? As for darkness, where is its place,

Surely you know, for you were born then, and the number of your days is great!

By what way is the lightning distributed, or the east wind scattered on the earth?

To cause it to rain on a land where no man is; on the wilderness, in which there is no man;

Out of whose womb came the ice? The gray frost of the sky, who has given birth to it?

The waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen.

Whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?

The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.

Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?

She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,

Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.

He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.

As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, 'Aha!' He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

"Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?

Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?

His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is."

Pour out the fury of your anger. Look at everyone who is proud, and bring him low.

Look at everyone who is proud, and humble him. Crush the wicked in their place.

"See now, behemoth, which I made as well as you. He eats grass as an ox.

Look now, his strength is in his thighs. His force is in the muscles of his belly.

He is the chief of the ways of God. He who made him gives him his sword.

Behold, if a river overflows, he doesn't tremble. He is confident, though the Jordan swells even to his mouth.

Shall any take him when he is on the watch, or pierce through his nose with a snare?

Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?

Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.

Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.

One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.

His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.

He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.

Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.

He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."

You asked, 'Who is this who hides counsel without knowledge?' therefore I have uttered that which I did not understand, things too wonderful for me, which I didn't know.

It was so, that after Yahweh had spoken these words to Job, Yahweh said to Eliphaz the Temanite, "My wrath is kindled against you, and against your two friends; for you have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job has.

Now therefore, take to yourselves seven bulls and seven rams, and go to my servant Job, and offer up for yourselves a burnt offering; and my servant Job shall pray for you, for I will accept him, that I not deal with you according to your folly. For you have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job has."

Yahweh turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends. Yahweh gave Job twice as much as he had before.

In all the land were no women found so beautiful as the daughters of Job. Their father gave them an inheritance among their brothers.

Blessed is the man who doesn't walk in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the way of sinners, nor sit in the seat of scoffers;

but his delight is in Yahweh's law. On his law he meditates day and night.

He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.

"Let's break their bonds apart, and cast their cords from us."

Now therefore be wise, you kings. Be instructed, you judges of the earth.

Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no help for him in God." Selah.

But know that Yahweh has set apart for himself him who is godly: Yahweh will hear when I call to him.

Many say, "Who will show us any good?" Yahweh, let the light of your face shine on us.

But as for me, in the abundance of your loving kindness I will come into your house. I will bow toward your holy temple in reverence of you.

For there is no faithfulness in their mouth. Their heart is destruction. Their throat is an open tomb. They flatter with their tongue.

For you will bless the righteous. Yahweh, you will surround him with favor as with a shield. For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.

My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh -- how long?

For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

Yahweh, my God, if I have done this, if there is iniquity in my hands,

Yahweh administers judgment to the peoples. Judge me, Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and to my integrity that is in me.

My shield is with God, who saves the upright in heart.

God is a righteous judge, yes, a God who has indignation every day.

Yahweh, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth, who has set your glory above the heavens!

what is man, that you think of him? What is the son of man, that you care for him?

Yahweh, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! For the Chief Musician. Set to "The Death of the Son." A Psalm by David.

The enemy is overtaken by endless ruin. The very memory of the cities which you have overthrown has perished.

The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.