Look sway from him, that he may rest, Till he shall pay off, as a hireling, his day.

If its root, should become old in the earth, and, in the dust, its stock should die:

Yet, man, dieth, and is prostrate, Yea the son of earth doth cease to breathe, and where is he?

If a man die, can he live again? All the days of my warfare, would I wait, until my relief should come: -

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

In the secret council of GOD, hast thou been wont to hearken? Or canst thou attain for thyself unto wisdom?

Too small for thee, are the consolations of GOD? or a word spoken gently with thee?

How doth thine own heart carry thee away, and how thine eyes do roll!

To them alone, was the earth given, and no alien passed through their midst:

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

A wanderer, he, for bread, saying Where is it ? He knoweth that, prepared by his own hand, is the day of darkness;

Because he had stretched out - against GOD - his hand, and, against the Almighty, had been wont to behave himself proudly;

He used to run against him with uplifted neck, with the stout bosses of his bucklers;

And had inhabited demolished cities, houses, wherein men would not dwell, that were destined to become heaps.

Before his day, shall it be accomplished, with, his palm-top, not covered with leaves;

Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond?

Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain, - And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved?

GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong.

O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry.

But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.

Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!

To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.

With me to hades, would they go down, If, wholly - into the dust, is the descent!

Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.

Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors;

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

To mine own servant, I called, and he would not answer, With mine own mouth, I kept entreating him;

My breath, is strange to my wife, and I am loathsome to the sons of my own mother;

Be ye afraid - on your part - of the face of the sword, because, wrath, bringeth the punishments of the sword, to the end ye may know the Almighty.

Not so, do my thoughts answer me, and to this end, is my haste within me:

The correction meant to confound me, I must hear, but, the spirit - out of my understanding, will give me a reply.

Though his elevation mount up to the heavens, and, his head, to the clouds, doth reach,

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

In vain, he toiled, he shall not swallow, like wealth to be restored, in which he cannot exult!

It shall be that, to fill his belly, he will thrust at him the glow of his anger, and rain it upon him for his punishment.

The increase of his house shall vanish, melting away in the day of his anger.

Turn round to me, and be astonished, and lay hand on mouth!

When I call to mind, then am I dismayed, and there seizeth my flesh a shuddering: -

Wherefore do, lawless men, live, advance in years, even wax mighty in power?

They rejoice aloud as with timbrel and lyre, and make merry to the sound of the pipe;

They complete, in prosperity, their days, and, in a moment to hades, they sink down.

Is it, to GOD, one can teach knowledge, seeing that, he, shall judge, them who are on high?

Lo! I know your plans, and the devices, wherewith ye would do me violence!

That, to the day of calamity, is the wicked reserved, to the day of indignant visitation, are they led.

Who can declare - to his face - his way? And, what, he, hath done, who shall recompense to him?

Yet, he, to the graves, is borne, and, over the tomb, one keepeth watch;

Pleasant to him are the mounds of the torrent-bed, - and, after him, doth every man march, as, before him, there were without number.

Is it a pleasure to the Almighty, that thou shouldst be righteous? or any profit, that thou shouldst be blameless in thy ways?

Surely then hast been wont to put thy brother in pledge, for nothing, and, the garments of the ill-clad, hast thou stripped off:

No water - to the weary, hast thou given to drink, and, from the hungry, thou hast withheld broad:

A man of might, to him, pertaineth the land, and, the favorite, dwelleth therein:

Dark clouds, are a veil to him, and he cannot see, or, the vault of the heavens, doth he walk?

Who had been saying unto GOD, Depart from us! and - What can the Almighty do for himself?

The righteous shall see and rejoice, and, the innocent, shall laugh them to scorn:

If our assailants do not vanish, then, their abundance, a fire consumeth!

Shew thyself to be one with him - I pray thee - and prosper, thereby, shall there come on thee blessing.

Even to-day, is my complaint rebellion? His hand, is heavier than my groaning.

I would note the words wherewith he would respond to me, and would mark what he would say to me.

Would he, with fulness of might, contend with me? Nay, surely, he, would give heed to me!

They turn aside the needy out of the way, at once, are the humbled of the land made to hide themselves.

Ill-clad, they are left to lodge without clothing, and have no covering in the cold;

Between their walls, are they exposed to the sun, Wine-presses, they tread, and yet are thirsty;

He breaketh, in the dark, into houses, - By day, they lock themselves in, They know not the light;

For, in the case of all such, morning to them is the death-shade, For, to be recognised, is a death-shade terror.

Swift is he on the face of the waters, Speedily vanished their share in the land, He turneth not to the way of the vineyards.

He oppresseth the barren who beareth not, and, to the widow, he doeth not good;

It is given him to be secure, and confident, yet, his eyes, are upon their ways.

They are exalted a little, and are not, Yea having been laid low, like all men, are they gathered, Even as the top of an ear of corn, do they hang down.

Is there any number to his troops? And upon whom ariseth not his light?

How hast thou given help to one of no-strength? given victory to an arm of no-power?

How hast thou given counsel to one of no-wisdom? or, effective wisdom, abundantly made known?

Naked is hades before him, and there is no covering to destruction;

His survivors, by pestilence, shall come to the grave, and, his widows, shall not weep;

The rich man, shall lie down, and not do it again, his eyes, hath he opened, and then is not.

An end, hath one set to the darkness, and, into every extremity, is, he, making search, for the stone of darkness and death-shade;

He hath sunken a shaft, away from the inhabitants; Places forsaken by the foot, they hang down, away from men, sway to and fro;

From trickling, he restraineth, rivers, and, some hidden thing, is he bringing out to light.

And said to the son of earth, Lo! the reverence of the Lord, that, is wisdom, and, to avoid evil, is understanding.

Oh that it were with me as in the months of old, as in the days, when, GOD, used to watch over me;

When I went out to the gate unto the city, in the open place, made ready my seat,

The voice of nobles, was hushed, and their tongue to their palate, did cleave;

Because I used to deliver the oppressed who was crying out for aid, the fatherless also, and him that had no helper;

The blessing of him that was ready to perish, upon me was wont to descend, and, the heart of the widow, caused I to sing for joy;

Eyes, became I to the, blind, and, feet to the lame, was, I!

A father, was, I, to the needy, and, as for the cause which I knew not, I used to search it out;

My root, is laid open to the waters, and, the dew, shall lodge for the night in my boughs;

To me, men hearkened, and waited, and kept silence for my counsel;

After I had spoken, they spake not again, and, upon them, used my speech to drop;

I laughed at them - they lost confidence, and, the light of my countenance, they suffered not to fail;

I chose out their way, and sat chief, - and abode, as king, in an army, as one who, to mourners, giveth comfort.

But, now, they who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused - to set with the dogs of my flock.

In want and hunger, they were lean, - who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!

Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food;

In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags;

Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together:

Thou art turned to become a cruel one unto me, With the might of thy hand, thou assailest me;

Thou liftest up me to the wind, thou carriest me away, and the storm maketh me faint;

A brother, became I to the brutes that howl, and a companion to the birds that screech:

Thus is attuned to mourning - my lyre, and my flute, to the noise of them who weep.

If my goings have swerved from the way, - and, after mine eyes, hath gone my heart, and, to my hands, hath adhered any stain,