And Job answereth and saith: --
Truly I have known that it is so, And what -- is man
righteous with God?
If he delight to strive with Him -- He doth not answer him
one of a thousand.
Wise in heart and strong in power -- Who hath hardened
toward Him and is at peace?
Who is removing mountains, And they have not known, Who hath
overturned them in His anger.
Who is shaking earth from its place, And its pillars move
Who is speaking to the sun, and it riseth not, And the stars
He sealeth up.
Stretching out the heavens by Himself, And treading on the
heights of the sea,
Making Osh, Kesil, and Kimah, And the inner chambers of the
Doing great things till there is no searching, And
wonderful, till there is no numbering.
Lo, He goeth over by me, and I see not, And He passeth on,
and I attend not to it.
Lo, He snatches away, who bringeth it back? Who saith unto
Him, 'What dost Thou?'
God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud
How much less do I -- I answer Him? Choose out my words with
Whom, though I were righteous, I answer not, For my judgment
I make supplication.
Though I had called and He answereth me, I do not believe
that He giveth ear to my voice.
Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied
my wounds for nought.
He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me
with bitter things.
If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who
doth convene me?
If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked,
Perfect I am! -- it declareth me perverse.
Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life.
It is the same thing, therefore I said, 'The perfect and the
wicked He is consuming.'
If a scourge doth put to death suddenly, At the trial of the
innocent He laugheth.
Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The
face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who is he?
My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled,
they have not seen good,
They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth
Though I say, 'I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and
I brighten up!'
I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou
dost not acquit me.
I -- I am become wicked; why is this? In vain
If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with
soap my hands,
Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have
But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together
If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand
on us both.
He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth
not make me afraid,
I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with