And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: --
Doth a wise man answer with vain knowledge? And fill with
an east wind his belly?
To reason with a word not useful? And speeches -- no profit
Yea, thou dost make reverence void, And dost diminish
meditation before God.
For thy mouth teacheth thine iniquity, And thou chooseth the
tongue of the subtile.
Thy mouth declareth thee wicked, and not I, And thy lips
testify against thee.
The first man art thou born? And before the heights wast
Of the secret counsel of God dost thou hear? And withdrawest
thou unto thee wisdom?
What hast thou known, and we know not? Understandest thou --
and it is not with us?
Both the gray-headed And the very aged are among us
-- Greater than thy father in days.
Too few for thee are the comforts of God? And a gentle word is
What -- doth thine heart take thee away? And what -- are
thine eyes high?
For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought
out words from thy mouth:
What is man that he is pure, And that he is
righteous, one born of woman?
Lo, in His holy ones He putteth no credence, And the heavens
have not been pure in His eyes.
Also -- surely abominable and filthy Is man drinking as
I shew thee -- hearken to me -- And this I have seen and
Which the wise declare -- And have not hid -- from their
To them alone was the land given, And a stranger passed not
over into their midst:
'All days of the wicked he is paining himself, And few years
have been laid up for the terrible one.
A fearful voice is in his ears, In peace doth a
destroyer come to him.
He believeth not to return from darkness, And watched is
he for the sword.
He is wandering for bread -- 'Where is it?' He hath
known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.
Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him
As a king ready for a boaster.
For he stretched out against God his hand, And against the
Mighty he maketh himself mighty.
He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his
For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour
over his confidence.
And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That
have been ready to become heaps.
He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he
stretch out on earth their continuance.
He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a
flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived,
For vanity is his recompence.
Not in his day is it completed, And his bending branch is
He shaketh off as a vine his unripe fruit, And casteth off
as an olive his blossom.
For the company of the profane is gloomy, And fire
hath consumed tents of bribery.
To conceive misery, and to bear iniquity, Even their heart
doth prepare deceit.