Yea, unto you, gave I diligent heed, - But lo! there was, for Job, nothing to convince, nor could you of you answer his speeches.

Though I waited, yet could they not speak, Surely they came to a stand, they responded no more.

If there hath been near him a messenger who could interpret - one of a thousand, to declare to the son of earth His uprightness,

But surely none can understand the burstings of the cloud, the crashing of his pavilion!

Out of a chamber cometh a storm-wind, and, out of the north, cold.

Also, with moisture, burdeneth he the thick cloud, He disperseth his lightning-cloud;

Canst thou got to know of GOD'S giving charge over them, or of the causing of the lightning of his cloud to shine forth?

Canst thou get to know concerning the poisings of the thick cloud, the wonders of one who is perfect in knowledge?

When I put a cloud as the garment thereof, and a thick cloud as the swaddling-band thereof;

Canst thou lift up, to the thick cloud, thy voice, and the overflow of waters cover thee?

Who hath put - into cloud-forms - wisdom? Or who hath given - to the meteor - understanding?

When the dust is cast into a clod, and the lumps are bound together?

Who is it that hideth counsel without knowledge? Therefore, have I declared, but not understood, things too wonderful for me, which I could not know.

Then came unto him all his brethren and all his sisters, and all his former acquaintances, and they did eat bread with him in his house, - and shewed sympathy with him and comforted him, over all the calamity which Yahweh had brought upon him, - and they gave him, every one a weight of money, and every one, a ring of gold.

When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?

Oh that, out of Zion, were granted the salvation of Israel! When Yahweh bringeth back the captives of his people, Jacob, shall exult, Israel, be glad.

More desirable, than gold, yea than much fine gold, Sweeter, also than honey, or than droppings from the comb.

For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.

In Yahweh, boasteth my soul, The patient oppressed-ones shall hear and be glad.

There shall reach him a ruin he could not know, - Yea, his own net which he hath hidden, shall capture him, Into that ruin, shall he fall!

But, my soul, shall exult in Yahweh, - shall be glad in his salvation.

Then I passed by, and lo! he had vanished! Yea I sought him, but he could not be found.

Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, who are seekers of thee. Let them say continually - Yahweh be magnified! who are lovers of thy salvation.

Daughters of kings, are among thine honourable women, Stationed is the bride at thy right hand, in gold of Ophir.

All glorious - the daughter of a king sitteth within, Brocades, wrought with gold, are her clothing!

Oh that, out of Zion, were granted the salvations of Israel! When God bringeth back the captives of his people, Jacob, shall exult, Israel, shall be glad.

For it is, not an enemy, that reproacheth me, Or I could bear it, - Not one that hath hated me, who, against me, hath magnified himself, Or I might hide myself from him;

Mine, is Gilead - and mine, Manasseh, But, Ephraim, is the defence, of my head, Judah, is my commander's staff;

Races of men, will be glad and shout for joy, Because thou wilt judge peoples with equity, And, races of men throughout the earth, thou wilt lead. Selah.

But let, the righteous, be glad, let them exult before God, Yea let them rejoice with gladness.

Though ye rest between the folds, The wings of the dove, shall be covered with silver, And, her pinions, with green-shimmering gold.

Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, Yea, let them, who are seekers of thee, - say continually, God be magnified! Who are lovers of thy salvation.

Let him live, then! And be there given unto him of the gold of Sheba, - Let prayer also be offered for him continually, All the day, let him be blessed.

Until I could enter the holy places of God, - Could give heed to their hereafter: -

But, I, was brutish, and could not perceive, Like the beasts, had I become before thee.

Thou hast held, watching, mine eyes, I was driven to and fro, and could not speak;

In the sea, was thy way, And, thy path, in the mighty waters, And, thy footprints, could not be known:

And led them, by a cloud, in the daytime, And all the night, by a light of fire;

When he turned, into blood, their Nile-streams, And, their own rivers, could they not drink;

Satisfy us, in the morning, with thy lovingkindness, That we may shout aloud and be glad, Throughout all our days.

Make us glad, according to, The days thou hast humbled us, The years we have seen misfortune:

For thou hat made me glad, O Yahweh, in thy doing, In the works of thy hands, will I shout for joy.

When your fathers, tested me, They proved me, yea they also saw what I could do.

In the pillar of cloud, used he to speak unto them, They kept his testimonies, and the statute he gave them.

Thus brought he them forth, with silver and gold, Nor was there, throughout his tribes, one that faltered;

He spread out a cloud as a covering, And fire, to give light by night,

Then are they glad, because they are hushed, And he guideth them unto their desired haven.

The upright seeth and is glad, And, all perverseness, hath closed her mouth.

Mine, is Gilead - mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander's staff;

Their idols, are silver and gold, the works of the hands of men, -

This is the day, which Yahweh hath made, We will exult, and be glad therein.

Better to me, is the law of thy mouth, than thousands of gold and silver.

For this cause, do I love thy commandments, More than gold, yea than fine gold!

I was glad, when they were saying unto me, Unto the house of Yahweh, let us go!

If, iniquities, thou shouldest mark, O Yah, O My Lord, who could stand?

The idols of the nations, are silver and gold, the work of the hands of men:

Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?

For better is her merchandise, than the merchandise of silver, yea, than gold, her increase;

Receive my correction, and not silver, and knowledge, rather than choicest gold.

Better is my fruit, than gold - yea fine gold, and mine increase, than choice silver;

The Proverbs of Solomon: A wise son, maketh a glad father, but, a foolish son, is the grief of his mother.

As a ring of gold in the snout of a swine, is a woman of beauty who hath abandoned discretion.

When anxiety is in the heart of a man, one may bow him down, but, a good word, maketh him glad.

the foolish, scoff at guilt, but, between the upright, is good pleasure.

A wise son, maketh a glad father, - but, a dullard, despiseth his own mother.

In the light of a king's countenance, is life, and, his good-pleasure, is like the cloud of harvest-rain.

To acquire wisdom, how much better than gold! and, to get hold of understanding, more choice than silver!

Fining-pot for silver, crucible for gold, but, he that trieth hearts, is Yahweh.

There are gold, and an abundance of corals, but, precious jewels, are the lips of knowledge.

More choice, is a name, than great riches, beyond silver and gold, is pleasant grace.

A ring of gold, and a vessel of precious metal, is a wise reprover, on a hearing ear.

As the cold of snow in the day of harvest, is a faithful messenger to them who send him, - when, the life of his masters, he restoreth.

As splendour of dress on a cold day - vinegar upon nitre, so is a singer with songs, unto a sad heart.

As cold water to a thirsty soul, so is a good report from a far country.

Fining pot for silver, and crucible for gold, and, a man, is to be tried by what he praiseth.

I sought out with my heart, to cherish with wine, my flesh, - but, my heart, was to guide with wisdom, even in laying hold of folly, until I should see which was blessedness for the sons of men, as to that which they could do, under the heavens, during the number of the days of their life.

I heaped me up, both silver and gold, and the peculiar treasure of kings, and provinces, - I provided me singing-men and singing-women, and the delights of the sons of men, a wife and wives.

and who could know whether a, wise man, he would be or a foolish, and yet he would lord it over all my toil, wherein I had toiled and wherein I had acted wisely, under the sun, - even this, was vanity.

For who could eat and who could enjoy, so well as I?

Everything, hath he made beautiful in its own time, - also, intelligence, hath he put in their heart, without which men could not find out the work which God hath wrought, from the beginning even unto the end.

I know that there is no blessedness in them, - save to be glad, and to do well with one's life.

So I saw, that there was nothing better than that a man should be glad in his works, for, that, is his portion, - for who can bring him in, to look upon that which shall be after him?

I, could indeed find, to be, more bitter than death, the woman, whose heart is, snares and nets, and her hands, bonds, - whoso is pleasing before God, shall escape from her, but, he that sinneth, shall be captured by her.

Then extolled I, gladness, in that there was nothing better for a man, under the sun, than to eat and to drink, and to be glad, - since, that, should tarry with him in his toil, for the days of his life which God had given him under the sun.

Then I considered all the work of God, that man could not find out the work that was done under the sun, inasmuch as man toileth in seeking and yet cannot find, - yea, even though the wise man should say he knoweth, yet can he not find it out.

For, unto all this, I applied my heart, and, my heart, considered all this, that, the righteous and the wise and their servants, were in the hand of God, - neither love nor hatred, could any man know, every one, was before Him.

For, indeed, man could not know his own time, like fishes which were caught in a cruel net, and like little birds which were caught in a trap, - like them, were ensnared the sons of men, by a time of misfortune, when it fell upon them suddenly.

The supports thereof, made he of silver, the couch thereof, of gold, the seat thereof, of purple, - the midst thereof, hath an inlay of love from the daughters of Jerusalem.

HELo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, - Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:

His head, is pure gold, - his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;

His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, - His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:

His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, - His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:

Turn away thine eyes from me, for, they, have excited me, - Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, that are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:

So that filled is their land with silver and gold, And there is no end to their treasures, - And filled is theft land with horses, And there is no end to their chariots;

In that day shall the son of earth cast his idols of silver, and his idols of gold, - which had been made for him to worship, into the hole of the mice, and to the bats;

Then will Yahweh, create - Over all the home of Mount Zion and Over her assembly, A cloud by day and a smoke, And the shining of a fire-flame, by night, - For over all the glory, shall be a canopy;

What could have been done further to my vineyard, That I had not done in it? Why then - When I had waited that it should bring forth grapes, Brought it forth, wild grapes?

And it came to pass in the days of Ahaz son of Jotham son of Uzziah king of Judah, that Rezin king of Syria, and Pekah son of Remaliah king of Israel, came up, to Jerusalem, to war against it, but could not prevail against it.

Shall the axe boast itself against him that heweth therewith? Or, the saw, magnify itself, against him that wieldeth it? As if a rod, could wield, them who lift it up! As if a staff, could raise, what is, not wood!

I will cause, a man, to be more precious than fine gold, - Even a son of earth than, the finest gold of Ophir.