And Elihu addeth and saith: --
Honour me a little, and I shew thee, That yet for God are
I lift up my knowledge from afar, And to my Maker I ascribe
For, truly, my words are not false, The perfect in
knowledge is with thee.
Lo, God is mighty, and despiseth not, Mighty in
power and heart.
He reviveth not the wicked, And the judgment of the poor
He withdraweth not from the righteous His eyes, And from
kings on the throne, And causeth them to sit for ever, and they are high,
And if prisoners in fetters They are captured with cords of
Then He declareth to them their work, And their
transgressions, Because they have become mighty,
And He uncovereth their ear for instruction, And saith that
they turn back from iniquity.
If they do hear and serve, They complete their days in good,
And their years in pleasantness.
And if they do not hearken, By the dart they pass away, And
expire without knowledge.
And the profane in heart set the face, They cry not when He
hath bound them.
Their soul dieth in youth, And their life among the defiled.
He draweth out the afflicted in his affliction, And
uncovereth in oppression their ear.
And also He moved thee from a strait place, To a
broad place -- no straitness under it, And the sitting beyond of thy table Hath
been full of fatness.
And the judgment of the wicked thou hast fulfilled, Judgment
and justice are upheld -- because of fury,
Lest He move thee with a stroke, And the abundance of an
atonement turn thee not aside.
Doth He value thy riches? He hath gold, and all the forces
Desire not the night, For the going up of peoples in their
Take heed -- do not turn unto iniquity, For on this thou
hast fixed Rather than on affliction.
Lo, God doth sit on high by His power, Who is like
Him -- a teacher?
Who hath appointed unto Him his way? And who said, 'Thou
hast done iniquity?'
Remember that thou magnify His work That men have beheld.
All men have looked on it, Man looketh attentively from
Lo, God is high, And we know not the number of His
years, Yea, there is no searching.
When He doth diminish droppings of the waters, They refine
rain according to its vapour,
Which clouds do drop, They distil on man abundantly.
Yea, doth any understand The spreadings out of a
cloud? The noises of His tabernacle?
Lo, He hath spread over it His light, And the roots of the sea
He hath covered,
For by them He doth judge peoples, He giveth food in
By two palms He hath covered the light, And layeth a charge
over it in meeting,
He sheweth by it to his friend substance, Anger