| 1. | And these three men cease from answering Job, for he `is' righteous in his own eyes, |
| 2. | and burn doth the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram; against Job hath his anger burned, because of his justifying himself more than God; |
| 3. | and against his three friends hath his anger burned, because that they have not found an answer, and condemn Job. |
| 4. | And Elihu hath waited earnestly beside Job with words, for they are older than he in days. |
| 5. | And Elihu seeth that there is no answer in the mouth of the three men, and his anger burneth. |
| 6. | And Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite answereth and saith: -- Young I `am' in days, and ye `are' age Therefore I have feared, And am afraid of shewing you my opinion. |
| 7. | I said: Days do speak, And multitude of years teach wisdom. |
| 8. | Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Doth cause them to understand. |
| 9. | The multitude are not wise, Nor do the aged understand judgment. |
| 10. | Therefore I have said: Hearken to me, I do shew my opinion -- even I. |
| 11. | Lo, I have waited for your words, I give ear unto your reasons, Till ye search out sayings. |
| 12. | And unto you I attend, And lo, there is no reasoner for Job, `Or' answerer of his sayings among you. |
| 13. | Lest ye say, We have found wisdom, God doth thrust him away, not man. |
| 14. | And he hath not set in array words for me, And with your sayings I do not answer him. |
| 15. | (They have broken down, They have not answered again, They removed from themselves words. |
| 16. | And I have waited, but they do not speak, For they have stood still, They have not answered any more.) |
| 17. | I answer, even I -- my share, I shew my opinion -- even I. |
| 18. | For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast, |
| 19. | Lo, my breast `is' as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up. |
| 20. | I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer. |
| 21. | Let me not, I pray you, accept the face of any, Nor unto man give flattering titles, |
| 22. | For I have not known to give flattering titles, In a little doth my Maker take me away. |