Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.

Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;

For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.

Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!

Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection?

It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know?

For he knoweth vain men: he seeth wickedness also; will he not then consider it?

If thou prepare thine heart, and stretch out thine hands toward him;

If iniquity be in thine hand, put it far away, and let not wickedness dwell in thy tabernacles.

Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass away:

He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee.

Behold, he breaketh down, and it cannot be built again: he shutteth up a man, and there can be no opening.

Behold, he withholdeth the waters, and they dry up: also he sendeth them out, and they overturn the earth.

He discovereth deep things out of darkness, and bringeth out to light the shadow of death.

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

What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.

O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.

Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?

Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

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.

Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.

So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.

If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.

And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place.

The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man.

His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.

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

Why doth thine heart carry thee away? and what do thy eyes wink at,

That thou turnest thy spirit against God, and lettest such words go out of thy mouth?

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

Which wise men have told from their fathers, and have not hid it:

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.

For he stretcheth out his hand against God, and strengtheneth himself against the Almighty.

He shall not depart out of darkness; the flame shall dry up his branches, and by the breath of his mouth shall he go away.

It shall be accomplished before his time, and his branch shall not be green.

Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?

I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.

Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?

I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.

His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.

Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

How long will it be ere ye make an end of words? mark, and afterwards we will speak.

He teareth himself in his anger: shall the earth be forsaken for thee? and shall the rock be removed out of his place?

Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the spark of his fire shall not shine.

The light shall be dark in his tabernacle, and his candle shall be put out with him.

His strength shall be hungerbitten, and destruction shall be ready at his side.

It shall devour the strength of his skin: even the firstborn of death shall devour his strength.

His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.

It shall dwell in his tabernacle, because it is none of his: brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

He shall be driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world.

They that come after him shall be astonied at his day, as they that went before were affrighted.

And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself.

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.

For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:

And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:

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

Though wickedness be sweet in his mouth, though he hide it under his tongue;

Though he spare it, and forsake it not; but keep it still within his mouth:

Yet his meat in his bowels is turned, it is the gall of asps within him.

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

That which he laboured for shall he restore, and shall not swallow it down: according to his substance shall the restitution be, and he shall not rejoice therein.

When he is about to fill his belly, God shall cast the fury of his wrath upon him, and shall rain it upon him while he is eating.

It is drawn, and cometh out of the body; yea, the glittering sword cometh out of his gall: terrors are upon him.

All darkness shall be hid in his secret places: a fire not blown shall consume him; it shall go ill with him that is left in his tabernacle.

As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?

They take the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ.

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

How oft is the candle of the wicked put out! and how oft cometh their destruction upon them! God distributeth sorrows in his anger.

God layeth up his iniquity for his children: he rewardeth him, and he shall know it.

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

One dieth in his full strength, being wholly at ease and quiet.

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

Yet shall he be brought to the grave, and shall remain in the tomb.

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

But as for the mighty man, he had the earth; and the honourable man dwelt in it.

Which were cut down out of time, whose foundation was overflown with a flood:

Which said unto God, Depart from us: and what can the Almighty do for them?

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

The righteous see it, and are glad: and the innocent laugh them to scorn.

Acquaint now thyself with him, and be at peace: thereby good shall come unto thee.

Thou shalt also decree a thing, and it shall be established unto thee: and the light shall shine upon thy ways.

He shall deliver the island of the innocent: and it is delivered by the pureness of thine hands.

I would know the words which he would answer me, and understand what he would say unto me.

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

Therefore am I troubled at his presence: when I consider, I am afraid of him.

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

They turn the needy out of the way: the poor of the earth hide themselves together.

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for want of a shelter.

Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded crieth out: yet God layeth not folly to them.

He evil entreateth the barren that beareth not: and doeth not good to the widow.

Though it be given him to be in safety, whereon he resteth; yet his eyes are upon their ways.