A man, there was - in the land of Uz, Job, his name, - and that man was blameless and upright, and one who revered God, and avoided evil.

And there were born unto him seven sons and three daughters.

Now there came a certain day, when the sons of God entered in to present themselves unto Yahweh, - so the accuser also entered, in their midst.

And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Hast thou applied thy heart unto my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a man blameless and upright, one revering God and avoiding evil?

And there came a certain day, - when his sons and his daughters were eating, and drinking wine, in the house of their eldest brother.

And there came a certain day when the sons of God entered in, to present themselves unto Yahweh - so the accuser also entered in their midst, to present himself unto Yahweh.

And Yahweh said unto the accuser, Hast thou applied thy heart unto my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a man blameless and upright, one who revereth God, and avoideth evil; and still he is holding fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to swallow him up without cause.

That day, be it darkness, - Let not God enquire after it from above, May there shine upon it no clear beam:

Let darkness and death-shade buy it back, May there settle down upon it a cloud, Let a day's dark eclipse cause it terror:

Darkened be the stars of its twilight, - Let it wait for light, and there be none, neither let it see the eyelashes of the dawn:

For what reason, were there prepared for me - knees? and why - breasts, that I might suck?

There, the lawless, cease from raging, and there the toil-worn are at rest:

Small and great, there, they are, and, the slave, is free from his master.

I was not careless, nor was I secure, nor had I settled down, - when there came - consternation!

When there were thoughts, from visions of the night, - When deep sleep falleth upon men,

It stood still, but I could not distinguish its appearance, I looked, but there was no form before mine eyes, - A whispering voice, I heard: - -

Call, I pray thee - is there one to answer thee? Or, to which of the holy ones, wilt thou turn?

His children are far removed from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, and there is none to deliver:

In six troubles, he will rescue thee, and, in seven, there shall smite thee no misfortune:

Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?

Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!

Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?

Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?

One thing, there is, for which cause, I have said it, The blameless and the lawless, he bringeth to an end.

There is not, between us, a mediator, who might lay his hand upon us both.

Shall, thy pratings, cause men to hold their peace? When thou hast mocked, shall there be none to put thee to shame?

If, iniquity, be in thy hand, Put it far away, and let there not dwell in thy tents perversity,

And thou shalt he confident, that there is hope, and, when thou hast searched, securely shalt thou lie down;

For ruin, there is contempt, in the thought of the man at ease, - ready, for such as are of faltering foot!

At peace are the tents that belong to the spoilers, and there is security to them who provoke GOD, To him who bringeth a god in his hand.

Though there is - for a tree - hope, - if it should be cut down, that, again, it will grow, and, the tender branch thereof, will not cease;

So, a man, hath lain down, and shall not arise, until there are no heavens, they shall not awake, nor be roused up out of their sleep.

Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond?

O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry.

Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.

Appoint it, I pray thee - be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?

There catcheth him - by the heel - a gin, there holdeth him fast - a noose:

There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;

Lo! I cry - out: Violence! but receive no answer, I cry aloud, but there is no vindication;

He shall flee from the armour of iron, - There shall pierce him, a bow of bronze!

He hath drawn it out, and it hath come forth out of his back, - yea the flashing arrow-head, out of his gall, There shall march on him - terrors:

Every misfortune, is laid up for his treasures, - There shall consume, a fire, not blown up, - it shall destroy what remaineth in his tent:

When I call to mind, then am I dismayed, and there seizeth my flesh a shuddering: -

Pleasant to him are the mounds of the torrent-bed, - and, after him, doth every man march, as, before him, there were without number.

How then should ye comfort me with vanity, since, as for your replies, there lurketh, in them treachery?

Shew thyself to be one with him - I pray thee - and prosper, thereby, shall there come on thee blessing.

There an upright man, might reason with him, so should I deliver myself completely from my judge.

Behold! eastward, I go, but he is not there, and, westward, but I perceive him not;

Is there any number to his troops? And upon whom ariseth not his light?

Naked is hades before him, and there is no covering to destruction;

His outcry, will GOD hear, when there cometh upon him distress?

If his children be multiplied, for them, there is the sword, and, his offspring, shall not be filled with bread;

There shall reach him - like waters - terrors, By night, a storm-wind hath stolen him away;

Though there is, for silver, a vein, and a place for the gold they refine;

There are turned upon me terrors, - Chased away as with a wind, is mine abundance, and, as a cloud, hath passed away my prosperity.

Now, therefore, over myself, my soul poureth itself out, There seize me days of affliction:

Only, against a heap of ruins, will one not thrust a hand! Surely, when one is in calamity - for that very reason, is there an outcry for help.

Surely, for good, I looked, but there came in evil, And I waited for light, but there came in darkness;

I boiled within me, and rested not, There confronted me - days of affliction;

Is there not calamity, for the perverse? and misfortune, for the workers of iniquity?

Instead of wheat, let there come forth bramble, and, instead of barley, a bad-smelling weed! Ended are the words of Job.

Howbeit, when Elihu saw that there was no response in the mouth of the three men, then was kindled his anger.

Yet surely, there is a spirit in men, and, the inspiration of the Almighty, giveth them understanding;

Yea, unto you, gave I diligent heed, - But lo! there was, for Job, nothing to convince, nor could you of you answer his speeches.

If there hath been near him a messenger who could interpret - one of a thousand, to declare to the son of earth His uprightness,

If there is anything to say, reply to me, Speak, for I desire to justify thee;

There, men make outcry, and he answereth not, because of the arrogance of evil-doers.

Restrain thyself for me a little, and I will shew thee, that, yet - for GOD, there is justification,

Yea he might even have allured thee - out of the mouth of straitness, into a wide space - no narrowness there, - and, the food set down on thy table, should have been full of fatness.

Because there is wrath, beware lest he take thee away with a stroke, Then let not, a great ransom, mislead thee.

And, his young brood, suck up blood, and, where the slain are, there, is he.

There is not - upon the dust - his like, that hath been made to be without fear;

And there were found no women so fair as the daughters of Job, in all the land, - and their father gave them an inheritance, in the midst of their brethren.