A covenant I made for mine eyes, And what -- do I attend to
And what is the portion of God from above? And the
inheritance of the Mighty from the heights?
Is not calamity to the perverse? And strangeness to workers
Doth not He see my ways, And all my steps number?
If I have walked with vanity, And my foot doth hasten to
He doth weigh me in righteous balances, And God doth know my
If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes
hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,
Let me sow -- and another eat, And my products let be rooted
If my heart hath been enticed by woman, And by the opening
of my neighbour I laid wait,
Grind to another let my wife, And over her let others bend.
For it is a wicked thing, and a judicial iniquity;
For a fire it is, to destruction it consumeth, And
among all mine increase doth take root,
If I despise the cause of my man-servant, And of my
handmaid, In their contending with me,
Then what do I do when God ariseth? And when He doth
inspect, What do I answer Him?
Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare
us in the womb doth One.
If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the
widow do consume,
And I do eat my morsel by myself, And the orphan hath not
eat of it,
(But from my youth He grew up with me as with a
father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)
If I see any perishing without clothing, And there is
no covering to the needy,
If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my
sheep He doth not warm himself,
If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in him
the gate of my court,
My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the
bone be broken.
For a dread unto me is calamity from God, And
because of His excellency I am not able.
If I have made gold my confidence, And to the pure gold have
said, 'My trust,'
If I rejoice because great is my wealth, And because
abundance hath my hand found,
If I see the light when it shineth, And the precious moon
And my heart is enticed in secret, And my hand doth kiss my
It also is a judicial iniquity, For I had lied to God
If I rejoice at the ruin of my hater, And stirred up myself
when evil found him,
Yea, I have not suffered my mouth to sin, To ask with an
oath his life.
If not -- say ye, O men of my tent, 'O that we had of his
flesh, we are not satisfied.'
In the street doth not lodge a stranger, My doors to the
traveller I open.
If I have covered as Adam my transgressions, To hide in my
bosom mine iniquity,
Because I fear a great multitude, And the contempt of
families doth affright me, Then I am silent, I go not out of the opening.
Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth
answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.
If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on
The number of my steps I tell Him, As a leader I approach
If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows
If its strength I consumed without money, And the life of
its possessors, I have caused to breathe out,
Instead of wheat let a thorn go forth, And instead of barley
a useless weed! The words of Job are finished.