| 1. | And Job answereth and saith: -- |
| 2. | O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together! |
| 3. | For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash. |
| 4. | For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me! |
| 5. | Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender? |
| 6. | Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams? |
| 7. | My soul is refusing to touch! They `are' as my sickening food. |
| 8. | O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope! |
| 9. | That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off! |
| 10. | And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One. |
| 11. | What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life? |
| 12. | Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen? |
| 13. | Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me? |
| 14. | To a despiser of his friends `is' shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh. |
| 15. | My brethren have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away. |
| 16. | That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself. |
| 17. | By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place. |
| 18. | Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost. |
| 19. | Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travellers of Sheba hoped for them. |
| 20. | They were ashamed that one hath trusted, They have come unto it and are confounded. |
| 21. | Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid. |
| 22. | Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me? |
| 23. | And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me? |
| 24. | Shew me, and I -- I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand. |
| 25. | How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove? |
| 26. | For reproof -- do you reckon words? And for wind -- sayings of the desperate. |
| 27. | Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to your friend. |
| 28. | And, now, please, look upon me, Even to your face do I lie? |
| 29. | Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again -- my righteousness `is' in it. |
| 30. | Is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate desirable things? |