Where is this, the way light is apportioned? It scattereth an east wind over the earth.

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

As a stone waters are hidden, And the face of the deep is captured.

Dost thou send out lightnings, and they go And say unto thee, 'Behold us?'

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

Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land,

The range of mountains is his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.

Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib?

Dost thou trust in him because great is his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?

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

Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting is terrible.

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

And his brood gulp up blood, And where the pierced are -- there is he!

Is the striver with the Mighty instructed? The reprover of God, let him answer it.

Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.

Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.

Lo, I pray thee, his power is in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.

He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,

His bones are tubes of brass, His bones are as a bar of iron.

He is a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;

Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.

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

Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?

None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who is he before Me stationeth himself?

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

His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes are as the eyelids of the dawn.

Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.

The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.

His heart is firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.

He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.

As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.

There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.

Every high thing he doth see, He is king over all sons of pride.

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 they go -- Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, Zophar the Naamathite -- and do as Jehovah hath spoken unto them; and Jehovah doth accept the face of Job.

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.

But -- in the law of Jehovah is his delight, And in His law he doth meditate by day and by night:

And he hath been as a tree, Planted by rivulets of water, That giveth its fruit in its season, And its leaf doth not wither, And all that he doth he causeth to prosper.

Not so the wicked: But -- as chaff that wind driveth away!

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

'Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'

He who is sitting in the heavens doth laugh, The Lord doth mock at them.

Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'

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

My voice is unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

Of Jehovah is this salvation; On Thy people is Thy blessing! Selah.

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

Many are saying, 'Who doth show us good?' Lift on us the light of Thy face, O Jehovah,

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!

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

Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.

O Jehovah, my God, if I have done this, If there is iniquity in my hands,

Let, I pray Thee be ended the evil of the wicked, And establish Thou the righteous, And a trier of hearts and reins is the righteous God.

My shield is on God, Saviour of the upright in heart!

God is a righteous judge, And He is not angry at all times.

What is man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him?

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.

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

For not for ever is the needy forgotten, The hope of the humble lost to the age.

Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.

The wicked according to the height of his face, inquireth not. 'God is not!' are all his devices.

Of oaths his mouth is full, And deceits, and fraud: Under his tongue is perverseness and iniquity,

He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.

He is bruised -- he boweth down, Fallen by his mighty ones hath the afflicted.

Wherefore hath the wicked despised God? He hath said in his heart, 'It is not required.'

Jehovah is king to the age, and for ever, The nations have perished out of His land!

Jehovah is in his holy temple: Jehovah -- in the heavens is His throne. His eyes see -- His eyelids try the sons of men.

He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind is the portion of their cup.

For righteous is Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'

Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?'

Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow in my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?

To the Overseer. -- By David. A fool hath said in his heart, 'God is not;' They have done corruptly, They have done abominable actions, There is not a doer of good.

Jehovah from the heavens Hath looked on the sons of men, To see if there is a wise one -- seeking God.

The whole have turned aside, Together they have been filthy: There is not a doer of good, not even one.

There they have feared a fear, For God is in the generation of the righteous.

The counsel of the poor ye cause to stink, Because Jehovah is his refuge.

Who doth give from Zion the salvation of Israel? When Jehovah doth turn back To a captivity of His people, Jacob doth rejoice -- Israel is glad!

He who is walking uprightly, And working righteousness, And speaking truth in his heart.

Despised in his eyes is a rejected one, And those fearing Jehovah he doth honour. He hath sworn to suffer evil, and changeth not;

His silver he hath not given in usury, And a bribe against the innocent Hath not taken; Whoso is doing these is not moved to the age!

Thou hast said to Jehovah, 'My Lord Thou art;' My good is not for thine own sake;

For the holy ones who are in the land, And the honourable, all my delight is in them.

Jehovah is the portion of my share, and of my cup, Thou -- Thou dost uphold my lot.

Lines have fallen to me in pleasant places, Yea, a beauteous inheritance is for me.

Thou causest me to know the path of life; Fulness of joys is with Thy presence, Pleasant things by Thy right hand for ever!

As to doings of man, Through a word of Thy lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;

Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.

His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.

From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion is in life, And with Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied with sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.

Jehovah is my rock, and my bulwark, And my deliverer, My God is my rock, I trust in Him: My shield, and a horn of my salvation, My high tower.

And He inclineth the heavens, and cometh down, And thick darkness is under His feet.