And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead, and only I alone have escaped to tell thee.

Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.

There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest.

There the prisoners are at ease together. They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.

The small and the great are there. And the servant is free from his master.

who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad when they can find the grave?

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

But now it comes to thee, and thou faint. It touches thee, and thou are troubled.

By the breath of God they perish, and by the blast of his anger they are consumed.

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

The old lion perishes for lack of prey, and the whelps of the lioness are scattered abroad.

How much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!

Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.

His sons are far from safety, and they are crushed in the gate. Neither is there any to deliver them,

so that he sets up on high those who are low, and those who mourn are exalted to safety.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which my spirit drinks up. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

My soul refuses to touch [them]. They are as loathsome food to me.

which are black because of the ice, in which the snow hides itself.

What time they grow warm, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

For now ye are nothing. Ye see a terror, and are afraid.

How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what does it reprove?

Do ye think to reprove words, seeing that the speeches of a man who is desperate are as wind?

Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?

so I am made to possess months of misery, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

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

I loathe [my life]. I would not live always. Let me alone, for my days are vanity.

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

So are the paths of all who forget God. And the hope of the profane man shall perish,

His roots are wrapped around the [stone] heap. He beholds the place of stones.

Behold, he seizes; who can hinder him? Who will say to him, What are thou doing?

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

They are passed away as the swift ships, as the eagle that swoops on the prey.

Are thy days as the days of man, or thy years as man's days,

Thou renew thy witnesses against me, and increase thine indignation upon me. Changes and warfare are with me.

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

For thou shall forget thy misery. Thou shall remember it as waters that are passed away.

No doubt but ye are the people, and wisdom shall die with you.

The tents of robbers prosper, and those who provoke God are secure. Into whose hand God brings [abundantly].

With him is strength and wisdom. The deceived and the deceiver are his.

But ye are forgers of lies. Ye are all physicians of no value.

Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes. Your defenses are defenses of clay.

How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin.

Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with thee, and thou have appointed his bounds that he cannot pass,

His sons come to honor, and he does not know it, and they are brought low, but he does not perceive it of them.

Are thou the first man who was born? Or were thou brought forth before the hills?

With us are both the gray-headed and the very aged men, much older than thy father.

Are the consolations of God too small for thee, even the word that is gentle toward thee?

Behold, he puts no trust in his holy ones. Yea, the heavens are not clean in his sight:

The wicked man travails with pain all his days, even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.

I have heard many such things. Miserable comforters are ye all.

For when a few years are come, I shall go the way where I shall not return.

My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is [ready] for me.

Surely there are mockers with me, and my eye dwells upon their provocation.

My eye also is dim because 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.

if I have said to corruption, Thou are my father, to the worm, My mother, and my sister,

Why are we counted as beasts, [and] have become unclean in your sight?

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous, and this is the place of him who does not know God.

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

He has put my brothers far from me, and my acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.

All my familiar friends abhor me, and those 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 draws it forth, and it comes out of his body, yea, the glittering point comes out of his gall. Terrors are upon him.

Their houses are safe from fear, nor is the rod of God upon them.

that they are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carries away?

Shall any teach God knowledge, seeing he judges those who 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?

Is it any pleasure to the Almighty that thou are righteous? Or is it gain [to him] that thou make thy ways perfect?

Therefore snares are round about thee, and sudden fear troubles 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 does not see, and he walks on the vault of heaven.

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

[Saying], Surely those who rose up against us are cut off, and the remnant of them, the fire has consumed.

For he performs 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 those who know him not see his days?

There are [men] who remove the landmarks. They take away flocks violently, and feed them.

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

There are [men] who pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor,

These are of those who rebel against the light. They do not know the ways of it, nor abide in the paths of it.

[God] gives them to be in security, and they rest in it. 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 makes peace in his high places.

Behold, even the moon has no brightness. And the stars are not pure in his sight.

Those who are deceased tremble beneath the waters and the inhabitants of it.

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

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

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

The stones of it are the place of sapphires, and it has dust of gold.

But now those who 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 waste and desolation.

They pluck mallows by the bushes, and the roots of the juniper are their food.

They are driven forth from the midst [of men]. They cry out after them as after a thief,

Among the bushes they bray, under the nettles they are gathered together.

[They are] sons of fools, yea, sons of base men. They were scourged out of the land.

Terrors are turned upon me. They chase my 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 skin is black, [and falls] from me. And my bones are burned with heat.

If I have made gold my hope, and have said to the fine gold, [Thou are] my confidence;