Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.

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

Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?

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

Therefore my thoughts cause me to answer, And because of my sensations in me.

The chastisement of my shame I hear, And the spirit of mine understanding Doth cause me to answer:

Though his excellency go up to the heavens, And his head against a cloud he strike --

His sons do the poor oppress, And his hands give back his wealth.

There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.

It cometh to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sendeth forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Yea, He raineth on him in his eating.

Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.

Remove doth the increase of his house, Poured forth in a day of His anger.

I -- to man is my complaint? and if so, wherefore May not my temper become short?

Turn unto me, and be astonished, And put hand to mouth.

Wherefore do the wicked live? They have become old, Yea, they have been mighty in wealth.

They wear out in good their days, And in a moment to Sheol go down.

And they say to God, 'Turn aside from us, And the knowledge of Thy ways We have not desired.

What is the Mighty One that we serve Him? And what do we profit when we meet with Him?'

To God doth one teach knowledge, And He the high doth judge?

Lo, I have known your thoughts, And the devices against me ye do wrongfully.

Have ye not asked those passing by the way? And their signs do ye not know?

That to a day of calamity is the wicked spared. To a day of wrath they are brought.

Who doth declare to his face his way? And for that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?

And he -- to the graves he is brought. And over the heap a watch is kept.

Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.

And how do ye comfort me with vanity, And in your answers hath been left trespass?

To God is a man profitable, Because a wise man to himself is profitable?

Is it a delight to the Mighty One That thou art righteous? is it gain, That thou makest perfect thy ways?

Is not thy wickedness abundant? And there is no end to thine iniquities.

Thou causest not the weary to drink water, And from the hungry thou withholdest bread.

As to the man of arm -- he hath the earth, And the accepted of face -- he dwelleth in it.

Thick clouds are a secret place to Him, And He doth not see;' And the circle of the heavens He walketh habitually,

Those saying to God, 'Turn aside from us,' And what doth the Mighty One to them?

See do the righteous and they rejoice, And the innocent mocketh at them,

So as to set on the dust a defence, And on a rock of the valleys a covering.

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.

Also -- to-day is my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.

I know the words He doth answer me, And understand what He saith to me.

To the left in His working -- and I see not, He is covered on the right, and I behold not.

The borders they reach, A drove they have taken violently away, Yea, they do evil.

The naked they cause to lodge Without clothing. And there is no covering in the cold.

Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.

He hath dug in the darkness -- houses; By day they shut themselves up, They have not known light.

When together, morning is to them death shade, When he discerneth the terrors of death shade.

Treating evil the barren who beareth not, And to the widow he doth no good,

He giveth to him confidence, and he is supported, And his eyes are on their ways.

Is their any number to His troops? And on whom ariseth not His light?

What -- thou hast given counsel to the unwise, And wise plans in abundance made known.

Naked is Sheol over-against Him, And there is no covering to destruction.

Pillars of the heavens do tremble, And they wonder because of His rebuke.

And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --

My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.

Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.

On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.

His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

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.

From overflowing floods he hath bound, And the hidden thing bringeth out to light.

Not equal it do gold and crystal, Nor is its exchange a vessel of fine gold.

For He to the ends of the earth doth look, Under the whole heavens He doth see,

To make for the wind a weight, And the waters He meted out in measure.

And He saith to man: -- 'Lo, fear of the Lord, that is wisdom, And to turn from evil is understanding.'

And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --

In His causing His lamp to shine on my head, By His light I walk through darkness.

When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat.

The voice of leaders hath been hidden, And their tongue to the palate hath cleaved.

For the ear heard, and declareth me happy, And the eye hath seen, and testifieth to me.

The blessing of the perishing cometh on me, And the heart of the widow I cause to sing.

Eyes I have been to the blind, And feet to the lame am I.

A father I am to the needy, And the cause I have not known I search out.

My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.

To me they have hearkened, Yea, they wait, and are silent for my counsel.

I laugh unto them -- they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.

And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.

Also -- the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them hath old age perished.

With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,

In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.

Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.

And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.

They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.

And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.

At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.

Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppressest me.

Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.

For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And to the house appointed for all living.

Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.

A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.

A covenant I made for mine eyes, And what -- do I attend to a virgin?

Is not calamity to the perverse? And strangeness to workers of iniquity?

If I have walked with vanity, And my foot doth hasten to deceit,

If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,

Grind to another let my wife, And over her let others bend.

For a fire it is, to destruction it consumeth, And among all mine increase doth take root,

Then what do I do when God ariseth? And when He doth inspect, What do I answer Him?

If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the widow do consume,

And I do eat my morsel by myself, And the orphan hath not eat of it,

If I see any perishing without clothing, And there is no covering to the needy,

If I have made gold my confidence, And to the pure gold have said, 'My trust,'

It also is a judicial iniquity, For I had lied to God above.