They grope about in the dark, having no light, and He hath made them to reel, like a drunken man.

Lo, mine eye hath seen all this, mine ear hath heard and understood it.

And, a man himself, as a rotten thing, weareth out, as a garment which the moth hath eaten.

Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of divers miseries.

As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.

So, a man, hath lain down, and shall not arise, until there are no heavens, they shall not awake, nor be roused up out of their sleep.

But his flesh hath pain for himself alone, and his soul mourneth for himself.

What is man, that he should be clean? What hath he, which is born of a woman, whereby he might be known to be righteous?

which wise men have told, and hath not been hid from their fathers:

He hath no confidence to come back out of darkness, he, being destined to the power oft the sword;

He is wandering for bread -- 'Where is it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.

For he hath stretched out his hand against God, and strengthened himself against the Almighty:

For he hath covered his face with his fatness, and gathered fat upon his flanks.

And he hath dwelt in desolate cities, In houses which no man inhabited, Which were ready to become heaps;

Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.

For, the family of the impious, is unfruitful, and, a fire, hath devoured the tents of bribery;

But now he hath made me weary; ... thou hast made desolate all my family;

And, having captured me, it hath served, as a witness; and so my wasting away hath risen up against me, in my face, it answereth.

He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

God hath delivered me over to the iniquitous man, and hurled me into the hands of the wicked.

I was at rest, but he hath shattered me; he hath taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.

His archers compass me round about; he hath wounded my loins, and not spared. My bowels hath he poured upon the ground.

He hath given me one wound upon another, and is fallen upon me like a giant.

And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears: -

My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves are for me.

And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.

Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.

But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.

The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;

His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.

He hath neither son nor grandson among his people, nor any remaining in the places of his sojourn.

Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.

Only these are tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.

Know now that +God hath overthrown me, and hath surrounded me with his net.

He hath hedged up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.

He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.

He breaketh me down on every side, and I am gone; and my hope hath he torn up as a tree.

And he hath kindled his anger against me, and hath counted me unto him as one of his enemies.

He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are quite estranged from me.

Even little children hate me; when I get up, they mock me.

To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.

Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, ye my friends; for the hand of +God hath touched me.

And after my skin hath compassed this body, Then from my flesh I see God:

But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.

the praise of the ungodly hath been short, and that the joy of the hypocrites continued but the twinkling of an eye?

The eye that hath scanned him, shall not do it again, neither, any more, shall his place behold him:

Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,

He hath swallowed down riches, but he shall vomit them up again: God shall cast them out of his belly.

That which he labored for shall he restore, and shall not swallow it down; According to the substance that he hath gotten, he shall not rejoice.

For he hath oppressed, hath forsaken the poor; he hath violently taken away a house that he did not build.

Surely he hath known no peace in his inmost mind, - With his dearest thing, shall he not get away:

He hath drawn it out, and it hath come forth out of his back, - yea the flashing arrow-head, out of his gall, There shall march on him - terrors:

The substance that he hath in his house, shall be taken away and perish, in the day of the LORD's wrath.

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,

For what pleasure hath he in his house after him, when the number of his months is cut off in the midst?

Inasmuch then as God hath the highest power of all, who can teach him any knowledge?

And another dieth in bitterness of soul, and hath not tasted good:

Who shall declare his way to his face? and who shall repay him what he hath done?

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.)

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

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

My foot hath held to his steps; his way have I kept, and not turned aside.

But, he, is one, and who can turn him? What his soul desired, he hath done.

Surely he will accomplish what is decreed for me, and, many such things, hath he in store.

For God hath made my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me;

Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he hidden the gloom from 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.

Yet God preserveth the mighty by his power: He riseth up that hath no assurance of life.

Behold, even the moon hath no brightness, And the stars are not pure in his sight:

How hast thou helped him that is without power? how savest thou the arm that hath no strength?

How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom, and abundantly declared the thing as it is!

Whom hast thou taught speech? Whose inspiration hath come from thee?

Sheol is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering.

He hath traced a fixed circle over the waters, unto the confines of light and darkness.

By his strength, hath he excited the sea, and, by his skill, hath he shattered the Crocodile:

By his Spirit the heavens are adorned; his hand hath formed the fleeing serpent.

Lo! these, are the fringes of his way, and what a whisper of a word hath been heard of him! But, the thunder of his might, who could understand?

As God liveth, who hath taken away my right, and the Almighty, who hath embittered my soul,

while my breath is in me, and as long as the wind that God hath given me is in my nostrils.

For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul?

Hath he such pleasure and delight in the Almighty, that he dare always call upon God?

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,