Yea, I have not suffered my mouth to sin, To ask with an oath his life.

In the street doth not lodge a stranger, My doors to the traveller I open.

If I have covered as Adam my transgressions, To hide in my bosom mine iniquity,

Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.

If its strength I consumed without money, And the life of its possessors, I have caused to breathe out,

I said: Days do speak, And multitude of years teach wisdom.

Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Doth cause them to understand.

The multitude are not wise, Nor do the aged understand judgment.

Therefore I have said: Hearken to me, I do shew my opinion -- even I.

And he hath not set in array words for me, And with your sayings I do not answer him.

And I have waited, but they do not speak, For they have stood still, They have not answered any more.)

I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.

For I have not known to give flattering titles, In a little doth my Maker take me away.

And yet, I pray thee, O Job, Hear my speech and to all my words give ear.

Lo, I am, according to thy word, for God, From the clay I -- I also, have been formed.

Lo, occasions against me He doth find, He doth reckon me for an enemy to Him,

To turn aside man from doing, And pride from man He concealeth.

And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.

If there is by him a messenger, An interpreter -- one of a thousand, To declare for man his uprightness:

Then He doth favour him and saith, 'Ransom him from going down to the pit, I have found an atonement.'

Fresher is his flesh than a child's, He returneth to the days of his youth.

He maketh supplication unto God, And He accepteth him. And he seeth His face with shouting, And He returneth to man His righteousness.

He looketh on men, and saith, 'I sinned, And uprightness I have perverted, And it hath not been profitable to me.

To bring back his soul from the pit, To be enlightened with the light of the living.

Attend, O Job, hearken to me, Keep silent, and I -- I do speak.

If there are words -- answer me, Speak, for I have a desire to justify thee.

If there are not -- hearken thou to me, Keep silent, and I teach thee wisdom.

Hear, O wise men, my words, And, O knowing ones, give ear to me.

For the ear doth try words, And the palate tasteth to eat.

Against my right do I lie? Mortal is mine arrow -- without transgression.'

And he hath travelled for company With workers of iniquity, So as to go with men of wickedness.

Therefore, O men of heart, hearken to me; Far be it from God to do wickedness, And from the Mighty to do perverseness:

For the work of man he repayeth to him, And according to the path of each He doth cause him to find.

Yea, truly, God doth not do wickedly, And the Mighty doth not pervert judgment.

Expire doth all flesh together, And man to dust returneth.

And if there is understanding, hear this, Give ear to the voice of my words.

Who hath said to a king -- 'Worthless,' Unto princes -- 'Wicked?'

In a moment they die, and at midnight Shake do people, and they pass away, And they remove the mighty without hand.

There is no darkness nor death-shade, For workers of iniquity to be hidden there;

For He doth not suffer man any more, To go unto God in judgment,

To cause to come in unto Him The cry of the poor, And the cry of the afflicted He heareth.

And He giveth rest, and who maketh wrong? And hideth the face, and who beholdeth it? And in reference to a nation and to a man, It is the same.

For unto God hath any said: 'I have taken away, I do not corruptly,

Besides that which I see, shew Thou me, If iniquity I have done -- I do not add?'

Let men of heart say to me, And a wise man is hearkening to me.

For he doth add to his sin, Transgression among us he vomiteth, And multiplieth his sayings to God.

For thou sayest, 'What doth it profit Thee! What do I profit from my sin?'

If thou hast sinned, what dost thou against Him? And thy transgressions have been multiplied, What dost thou to Him?

If thou hast been righteous, What dost thou give to Him? Or what from thy hand doth He receive?

Because of the multitude of oppressions They cause to cry out, They cry because of the arm of the mighty.

I lift up my knowledge from afar, And to my Maker I ascribe righteousness.

He withdraweth not from the righteous His eyes, And from kings on the throne, And causeth them to sit for ever, and they are high,

Then He declareth to them their work, And their transgressions, Because they have become mighty,

If they do hear and serve, They complete their days in good, And their years in pleasantness.

And if they do not hearken, By the dart they pass away, And expire without knowledge.

And also He moved thee from a strait place, To a broad place -- no straitness under it, And the sitting beyond of thy table Hath been full of fatness.

Take heed -- do not turn unto iniquity, For on this thou hast fixed Rather than on affliction.

When He doth diminish droppings of the waters, They refine rain according to its vapour,

Which clouds do drop, They distil on man abundantly.

By two palms He hath covered the light, And layeth a charge over it in meeting,

He sheweth by it to his friend substance, Anger against perversity.

Hearken diligently to the trembling of His voice, Yea, the sound from His mouth goeth forth.

For to snow He saith, 'Be on the earth.' And the small rain and great rain of His power.

Whether for a rod, or for His land, Or for kindness -- He doth cause it to come.

Dost thou know when God doth place them, And caused to shine the light of His cloud?

Let us know what we say to Him, We set not in array because of darkness.

Is it declared to Him that I speak? If a man hath spoken, surely he is swallowed up.

Therefore do men fear Him, He seeth not any of the wise of heart.

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

Hast thou commanded morning since thy days? Causest thou the dawn to know its place?

To take hold on the skirts of the earth, And the wicked are shaken out of it,

Hast thou come in to springs of the sea? And in searching the deep Hast thou walked up and down?

Revealed to thee were the gates of death? And the gates of death-shade dost thou see?

That I have kept back for a time of distress, For a day of conflict and battle.

To cause it to rain on a land -- no man, A wilderness -- no man in it.

To satisfy a desolate and waste place, And to cause to shoot up The produce of the tender grass?

Hath the rain a father? Or who hath begotten the drops of dew?

Dost thou lift up to the cloud thy voice, And abundance of water doth cover thee?

Who hath put in the inward parts wisdom? Or who hath given To the covered part understanding?

Who doth number the clouds by wisdom? And the bottles of the heavens, Who doth cause to lie down,

Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.

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

Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And to thy threshing-floor doth gather it?

For God hath caused her to forget wisdom, And He hath not given a portion To her in understanding:

Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck with a mane?

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

They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.

By thine understanding flieth a hawk? Spreadeth he his wings to the south?

From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,

Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.

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

And even I -- I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.

For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.

Cover him do shades, with their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.

(Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)

Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!

I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.

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

Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.

The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.