My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is ready for me.

Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.

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

Wherefore are we counted as beasts, And are become unclean in your sight?

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous, And this is the place of him that knoweth not God.

These ten times have ye reproached me: Ye are not ashamed that ye deal hardly with me.

He hath put my brethren far from me, And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.

All my familiar friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.

Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

His bones are full of his youth, But it shall lie down with him in the dust.

He draweth it forth, and it cometh out of his body; Yea, the glittering point cometh out of his gall: Terrors are upon him.

Their houses are safe from fear, Neither is the rod of God upon them.

That they are as stubble before the wind, And as chaff that the storm carrieth away?

Shall any teach God knowledge, Seeing he judgeth those that are high?

His pails are full of milk, And the marrow of his bones is moistened.

That the evil man is reserved to the day of calamity? That they are led forth to the day of wrath?

Therefore snares are round about thee, And sudden fear troubleth thee,

Is not God in the height of heaven? And behold the height of the stars, how high they are!

Thick clouds are a covering to him, so that he seeth not; And he walketh on the vault of heaven.

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

Saying , Surely they that did rise up against us are cut off, And the remnant of them the fire hath consumed.

For he performeth that which is appointed for me: And many such things are with him.

Why are times not laid up by the Almighty? And why do not they that know him see his days?

There are that remove the landmarks; They violently take away flocks, and feed them.

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, And embrace the rock for want of a shelter.

There are that pluck the fatherless from the breast, And take a pledge of the poor;

These are of them that rebel against the light; They know not the ways thereof, Nor abide in the paths thereof.

God giveth them to be in security, and they rest thereon; And his eyes are upon their ways.

They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone; Yea, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all others, And are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.

Dominion and fear are with him; He maketh peace in his high places.

Behold, even the moon hath no brightness, And the stars are not pure in his sight:

They that are deceased tremble Beneath the waters and the inhabitants thereof.

The pillars of heaven tremble And are astonished at his rebuke.

By his Spirit the heavens are garnished; His hand hath pierced the swift serpent.

Lo, these are but the outskirts of his ways: And how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?

Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye become altogether vain?

He breaketh open a shaft away from where men sojourn; They are forgotten of the foot; They hang afar from men, they swing to and fro.

The stones thereof are the place of sapphires, And it hath dust of gold.

But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.

They are driven forth from the midst of men ; They cry after them as after a thief;

Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.

They are children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.

Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.

In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.

My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

Let thistles grow instead of wheat, And cockle instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.

And Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite answered and said, I am young, and ye are very old; Wherefore I held back, and durst not show you mine opinion.

It is not the great that are wise, Nor the aged that understand justice.

They are amazed, they answer no more: They have not a word to say.

Him that saith to a king, Thou art vile, Or to nobles, Ye are wicked;

That respecteth not the persons of princes, Nor regardeth the rich more than the poor; For they all are the work of his hands.

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

For his eyes are upon the ways of a man, And he seeth all his goings.

Therefore he taketh knowledge of their works; And he overturneth them in the night, so that they are destroyed.

Job speaketh without knowledge, And his words are without wisdom.

Look unto the heavens, and see; And behold the skies, which are higher than thou.

For truly my words are not false: One that is perfect in knowledge is with thee.

He withdraweth not his eyes from the righteous: But with kings upon the throne He setteth them for ever, and they are exalted.

But they that are godless in heart lay up anger: They cry not for help when he bindeth them.

Desire not the night, When peoples are cut off in their place.

How thy garments are warm, When the earth is still by reason of the south wind ?

Men do therefore fear him: He regardeth not any that are wise of heart.

Canst thou send forth lightnings, that they may go, And say unto thee, Here we are?

The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?

Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.

He moveth his tail like a cedar: The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

His bones are as tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron.

His'strong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal.

They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.

His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.

The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.

Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.

His underparts are like'sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.

The wicked are not so, But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, For his wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all they that take refuge in him.

Jehovah, how are mine adversaries increased! Many are they that rise up against me.

Many there are that say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah

Many there are that say, Who will show us any good? Jehovah, lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.

Thou hast put gladness in my heart, More than they have when their grain and their new wine are increased.

Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.

The enemy are come to an end, they are desolate for ever; And the cities which thou hast overthrown, The very remembrance of them is perished.

The nations are sunk down in the pit that they made: In the net which they hid is their own foot taken.

The wicked, in the pride of his countenance,'saith , He will not require it . All his thoughts are, There is no God.

His ways are firm at all times; Thy judgments are far above out of his sight: As for all his adversaries, he puffeth at them.

He sitteth in the lurking-places of the villages; In the secret places doth he murder the innocent; His eyes are privily set against the helpless.

Jehovah is King for ever and ever: The nations are perished out of his land.

Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; Our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

The words of Jehovah are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, Purified seven times.

The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works; There is none that doeth good.

They are all gone aside; they are together become filthy; There is none that doeth good, no, not one.

As for the saints that are in the earth, They are the excellent in whom is all my delight.

The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; Yea, I have a goodly heritage.

Thou wilt show me the path of life: In thy presence is fulness of joy; In thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

They are inclosed in their own fat: With their mouth they speak proudly.