After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.

And after my skin hath compassed this body, Then from my flesh I see God:

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

Bear with me, and I speak, And after my speaking -- ye may deride.

For what is his delight in his house after him, And the number of his months cut off?

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

After my word they change not, And on them doth my speech drop,

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

Because that against right They have turned aside from after Him, And none of His ways have considered wisely,

After it roar doth a voice -- He thundereth with the voice of His excellency, And He doth not hold them back, When His voice is heard.

The range of mountains is his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.

Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow with his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?

After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.

And it cometh to pass after Jehovah's speaking these words unto Job, that Jehovah saith unto Eliphaz the Temanite, 'Burned hath Mine anger against thee, and against thy two friends, because ye have not spoken concerning Me rightly, like My servant Job.

And Job liveth after this a hundred and forty years, and seeth his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations;