For he oppressed -- he forsook the poor, A house he hath taken violently away, And he doth not build it.

For he hath not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he delivereth not himself.

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

Yea, if I have remembered, then I have been troubled. And my flesh hath taken fright.

His bullock hath eaten corn, and doth not loath. His cow bringeth forth safely, And doth not miscarry.

Lo, not in their hand is their good, (The counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)

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

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

And how do ye comfort me with vanity, And in your answers hath been left trespass?

As to the man of arm -- he hath the earth, And the accepted of face -- he dwelleth in it.

And thou hast said, 'What -- hath God known? Through thickness doth He judge?

And he hath filled their houses with good: (And the counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)

'Surely our substance hath not been cut off, And their excellency hath fire consumed.'

And the Mighty hath been thy defence, And silver is strength to thee.

And thou decreest a saying, And it is established to thee, And on thy ways hath light shone.

He delivereth the not innocent, Yea, he hath been delivered By the cleanness of thy hands.

Also -- to-day is my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.

For He hath known the way with me, He hath tried me -- as gold I go forth.

On His step hath my foot laid hold, His way I have kept, and turn not aside,

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

And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.

And the eye of an adulterer Hath observed the twilight, Saying, 'No eye doth behold me.' And he putteth the face in secret.

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

And hath drawn the mighty by his power, He riseth, and none believeth in life.

A limit He hath placed on the waters, Unto the boundary of light with darkness.

By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud.

By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent.

He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

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.

An end hath he set to darkness, And to all perfection he is searching, A stone of darkness and death-shade.

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

A place of the sapphire are its stones, And it hath dust of gold.

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.

Among rocks, brooks he hath cleaved, And every precious thing hath his eye seen.

From overflowing floods he hath bound, And the hidden thing bringeth out to light.

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.'

It hath been hid from the eyes of all living. And from the fowl of the heavens It hath been hidden.

God hath understood its way, And He hath known its place.

Then He hath seen and declareth it, He hath prepared it, and also searched it out,

The voice of leaders hath been hidden, And their tongue to the palate hath cleaved.

For the ear heard, and declareth me happy, And the eye hath seen, and testifieth to me.

For I deliver the afflicted who is crying, And the fatherless who hath no helper.

Also -- the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them hath old age perished.

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

He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

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

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

My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,

If my heart hath been enticed by woman, And by the opening of my neighbour I laid wait,

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

If I rejoice because great is my wealth, And because abundance hath my hand found,

Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.

and burn doth the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram; against Job hath his anger burned, because of his justifying himself more than God;

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

And Elihu hath waited earnestly beside Job with words, for they are older than he in days.

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

For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast,

Lo, I pray thee, I have opened my mouth, My tongue hath spoken in the palate.

The Spirit of God hath made me, And the breath of the Mighty doth quicken me.

And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones is enduring.

And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.

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

He hath ransomed my soul From going over into the pit, And my life on the light looketh.'

For Job hath said, 'I have been righteous, And God hath turned aside my right,

And he hath travelled for company With workers of iniquity, So as to go with men of wickedness.

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

Who hath inspected for Himself the earth? And who hath placed all the habitable world?

Who hath said to a king -- 'Worthless,' Unto princes -- 'Wicked?'

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.

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

As wicked He hath stricken them, In the place of beholders.

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

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

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

And also He moved thee from a strait place, To a broad place -- no straitness under it, And the sitting beyond of thy table Hath been full of fatness.

Doth He value thy riches? He hath gold, and all the forces of power.

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

Lo, He hath spread over it His light, And the roots of the sea He hath covered,

By two palms He hath covered the light, And layeth a charge over it in meeting,

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

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

Who placed its measures -- if thou knowest? Or who hath stretched out upon it a line?

On what have its sockets been sunk? Or who hath cast its corner-stone?

Who hath divided for the flood a conduit? And a way for the lightning of the voices?

Hath the rain a father? Or who hath begotten the drops of dew?

From whose belly came forth the ice? And the hoar-frost of the heavens, Who hath begotten it?

Who hath put in the inward parts wisdom? Or who hath given To the covered part understanding?

Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?

Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain is her labour without fear.

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

From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,

Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it is mine.

Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?

The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth are terrible.

By the hearing of the ear I heard Thee, And now mine eye hath seen Thee.

And it cometh to pass after Jehovah's speaking these words unto Job, that Jehovah saith unto Eliphaz the Temanite, 'Burned hath Mine anger against thee, and against thy two friends, because ye have not spoken concerning Me rightly, like My servant Job.