The small and the great are there, and the slave is free from his master.

They are rejoicing to exultation. They are glad when they can find the grave.

For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like the waters.

Shall one try a word with you, you who are weary? But who can hold back with words?

But now it has come upon you, and you faint. It touches you, and you are troubled.

By the blast of God they perish, and by the breath of His nostrils they are destroyed.

The roar of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken.

The strong lion perishes for lack of prey, and the strong lion's cubs are scattered abroad.

How much less in those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?

They are destroyed from morning till evening; they perish forever without anyone caring.

His children are far from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, nor is there any to deliver them.

to set on high those who are low, so that those who mourn may be lifted up to safety;

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their fury is drinking my spirit; the terrors of God are set against me.

My soul refuses to touch them; they are sickening food to me.

The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing and are lost.

Surely now you are like them; you see my casting down, and are afraid.

Right words are powerful, but what does your arguing argue?

Do you intend to criticize words, and the speeches of one who is hopeless, that are as wind?

Is there not a warfare to man on earth? Are not his days also like the days of a hireling?

so I am made to possess months of vanity, and weary nights are appointed to me.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are ended without hope.

The eye of him who has seen me shall see me no more; Your eyes are on me, and I am gone.

I despise them; I will not live always; let me alone, for my days are vanity.

How long will you speak these things, since the words of your mouth are like a strong wind?

for we are but of yesterday and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.

So are the paths of all who forget God; and the hope of the ungodly shall perish.

His roots are wrapped around the heap, and he sees the place of stones.

Behold, He takes away; who can turn Him back? Who will say to Him, What are You doing?

Now my days are swifter than a runner; they flee away, they see no good.

Are Your days like the days of man? Are Your years like man's days,

You renew Your witnesses against me, and increase Your anger on me; changes and warfare are against me.

Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

For truly you are the people, and wisdom will die with you.

The tents of robbers are at peace, and those who provoke God are secure, in whatever God brings to their hand.

With Him is strength and sound wisdom; the deceived and the deceiver are His.

But you are imputers of lies; you are all worthless healers.

Your remembered sayings are like ashes, your bodies like bodies of clay.

How many are my iniquities and sins? Make known my transgressions and my sin.

For his days are fixed, the number of his months is with You, and You have set his bounds so that he cannot pass;

so man lies down and does not rise. Till the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, nor be awakened out of their sleep.

With us are both the gray-headed and aged, mightier than your father as to days.

Are the comforts of God small with you, and a word dealing gently with you?

Behold, He puts no trust in His saints; yea, the heavens are not clean in His sight.

And he lives in cut off cities, in houses where none are living, which are ready to become heaps.

I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters.

For the years that are few will come, and I shall go the way from where I shall not return.

My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the graves are ready for me.

Are not mockeries with me? Yea, my eye rests on their insults.

My eye also is dim from grief; and all my members are like a shadow.

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the desires of my heart.

I have said to corruption, You are my father; to the worm, My mother and my sister!

Why are we counted as cattle, or seem stupid in your sight?

Surely these are the dwellings of the perverse, and this the place that has not known God.

And this, ten times you have blamed me; you are not ashamed that you have wronged me.

Why do you, like God, persecute me and are not satisfied with my flesh?

His bones are full of his youthful vigor, but it lies down with him in the dust.

Their houses are in peace, without fear; nor is the rod of God on them.

they are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm steals away.

His sides are full of milk, his bones are wet with marrow.

Is it any pleasure to the Almighty that you are righteous, or gain to Him that you make your ways perfect?

Therefore snares are all around you, and sudden fear troubles you;

Is not God high in Heaven? And behold the leading stars, for they are high.

Clouds are a covering to Him, so that He does not see; and He walks in the circuit of Heaven.

The righteous see it, and are glad; and the innocent laugh them to scorn.

For He fulfilled my lot, and many things like these are with Him.

Since times are not hidden from the Almighty, why do those who know Him not see His days?

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for lack of shelter.

They are of those who rebel against the light; they know not His ways, nor stay in His paths.

He gives safety to him, and he rests on it; yet His eyes are on their ways.

They are lifted up for a little while, but are gone and brought low; they are gathered in like all others, and are cut off like the heads of the ears of grain.

Rule and fear are with Him; He makes peace in His high places.

Look even to the moon, and it shines not; yea, the stars are not pure in His sight;

The pillars of the heavens tremble and are astonished at His rebuke.

Lo, these are the edges of His ways; but what a whisper of a word we hear of Him! And the thunder of His power who can understand?

If his sons are multiplied, the sword is for them; and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.

He opens a shaft far from the visitor; they are forgotten by man's foot; they hang far away from men, they swing to and fro.

Its stones are the place of sapphires; and it has dust of gold.

They are dried up with want and famine; they who gnaw the dry ground, which was before waste and ruin,

They are driven forth from the midst; they cried against them as a thief.

My bones are pierced in me in the night; and my gnawings never lie down.

My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.

let thorns come forth instead of wheat, and weeds instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.

And Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite answered and said, I am young, and you are very old; therefore I was afraid, and dared not show you my opinion.

It is not the great that are wise, nor the aged who understand judgment.

They are broken; they answer no more; words have left them.

Behold, I am toward God even as you are; I also am formed out of the clay.

Behold, in this you are not right; I will answer you, for God is greater than man.

How much less to Him who does not lift up the face of rulers, nor regard the rich before the poor? For all of them are the work of His hands.

In a moment they die, and a people are shaken at midnight and pass away; and the mighty shall be taken away without a hand.

For His eyes are on the ways of man, and He sees all his steps.

Therefore He knows their works, and He overturns in the night, so that they are destroyed.

Would that Job may be tried to the end because his answers are like men of iniquity.

Look to the heavens, and see; and behold the clouds; they are higher than you.

If you sin, what do you do against Him? Or if your transgressions are multiplied, what do you do to Him?

If you are righteous, what do you give Him? Or what does He receive from your hand?

How much less when you say you do not see Him! Judgment is before Him; you are waiting for Him.

Wait for me a little, and I will show you that there are yet words for God.

For truly my words are not false; He who is perfect in knowledge is with you.

He withdraws not His eyes from the righteous, but they are like kings on the throne; yes, He causes them to sit forever, and they are very high.

And if they are bound in chains, and are held in cords of affliction,