Lo, I have waited for your words, I give ear unto your reasons, Till ye search out sayings.

And unto you I attend, And lo, there is no reasoner for Job, Or answerer of his sayings among you.

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

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

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

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

Lo, I am, according to thy word, for God, From the clay I -- I also, have been formed.

Lo, occasions against me He doth find, He doth reckon me for an enemy to Him,

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.)

Then He uncovereth the ear of men, And for their instruction sealeth:

If there is by him a messenger, An interpreter -- one of a thousand, To declare for man his uprightness:

If there are words -- answer me, Speak, for I have a desire to justify thee.

For the ear doth try words, And the palate tasteth to eat.

Judgment let us choose for ourselves, Let us know among ourselves what is good.

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.'

Therefore, O men of heart, hearken to me; Far be it from God to do wickedness, And from the Mighty to do perverseness:

For the work of man he repayeth to him, And according to the path of each He doth cause him to find.

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

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 His eyes are on the ways of each, And all his steps He doth see.

There is no darkness nor death-shade, For workers of iniquity to be hidden there;

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

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

My Father! let Job be tried -- unto victory, Because of answers for men of iniquity,

For he doth add to his sin, Transgression among us he vomiteth, And multiplieth his sayings to God.

This hast thou reckoned for judgment: Thou hast said -- 'My righteousness is more than God's?'

For thou sayest, 'What doth it profit Thee! What do I profit from my sin?'

For a man like thyself is thy wickedness, And for a son of man thy righteousness.

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

Honour me a little, and I shew thee, That yet for God are words.

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

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 He uncovereth their ear for instruction, And saith that they turn back from iniquity.

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.

For by them He doth judge peoples, He giveth food in abundance.

For to snow He saith, 'Be on the earth.' And the small rain and great rain of His power.

Into the hand of every man he sealeth, For the knowledge by all men of His work.

And it is turning itself round by His counsels, For their doing all He commandeth them, On the face of the habitable earth.

Whether for a rod, or for His land, Or for kindness -- He doth cause it to come.

Thou hast made an expanse with Him For the clouds -- strong as a hard mirror!

Therefore do men fear Him, He seeth not any of the wise of heart.

In the singing together of stars of morning, And all sons of God shout for joy,

Thou hast known -- for then thou art born And the number of thy days are many!

That I have kept back for a time of distress, For a day of conflict and battle.

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

Dost thou bring out Mazzaroth in its season? And Aysh for her sons dost thou comfort?

Dost thou hunt for a lion prey? And the desire of young lions fulfil?

When they bow down in dens -- Abide in a thicket for a covert?

Who doth prepare for a raven his provision, When his young ones cry unto God? They wander without food.

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

Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow with his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?

For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,

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:

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

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

And even I -- I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.

For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.

Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?

Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?

Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.

His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.

From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.

Thou hast known that for all things Thou art able, And not withheld from Thee is any device:

Who is this, hiding counsel without knowledge?' Therefore, I have declared, and understand not, Too wonderful for me, and I know not.

And now, take to you seven bullocks and seven rams, and go ye unto My servant Job, and ye have caused a burnt-offering to ascend for you; and Job My servant doth pray for you, for surely his face I accept, so as not to do with you folly, because ye have not spoken concerning Me rightly, like My servant Job.

And Jehovah hath turned to the captivity of Job in his praying for his friends, and Jehovah doth add to all that Job hath -- to double.

And there have not been found women fair as the daughters of Job in all the land, and their father doth give to them an inheritance in the midst of their brethren.

And Job liveth after this a hundred and forty years, and seeth his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations;

For Jehovah is knowing the way of the righteous, And the way of the wicked is lost!

Serve ye Jehovah with fear, And rejoice with trembling.

Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.

And Thou, O Jehovah, art a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.

Sons of men! till when is my glory for shame? Ye love a vain thing, ye seek a lie. Selah.

In peace together I lie down and sleep, For Thou, O Jehovah, alone, In confidence dost cause me to dwell!

Be attentive to the voice of my cry, My king and my God, For unto Thee I pray habitually.

Jehovah, at morning Thou hearest my voice, At morning I set in array for Thee, And I look out.

For not a God desiring wickedness art Thou, Evil inhabiteth Thee not.

And I, in the abundance of Thy kindness, I enter Thy house, I bow myself toward Thy holy temple in Thy fear.

For there is no stability in their mouth. Their heart is mischiefs, An open grave is their throat, Their tongue they make smooth.

For Thou blessest the righteous, O Jehovah, As a buckler with favour dost compass him!

Favour me, O Jehovah, for I am weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

Rise, O Jehovah, in Thine anger, Be lifted up at the wrath of mine adversaries, And awake Thou for me: Judgment Thou hast commanded:

Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.

For I see Thy heavens, a work of Thy fingers, Moon and stars that Thou didst establish.

For Thou hast done my judgment and my right. Thou hast sat on a throne, A judge of righteousness.

Thou hast rebuked nations, Thou hast destroyed the wicked, Their name Thou hast blotted out to the age and for ever.

O thou Enemy, Finished have been destructions for ever, As to cities thou hast plucked up, Perished hath their memorial with them.

And Jehovah to the age abideth, He is preparing for judgment His throne.

And Jehovah is a tower for the bruised, A tower for times of adversity.

They trust in Thee who do know Thy name, For Thou hast not forsaken Those seeking Thee, O Jehovah.

For He who is seeking for blood Them hath remembered, He hath not forgotten the cry of the afflicted.