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Job Job won.

There was a man in the land of us whose

name was Job, and that man was blameless and upright,

one who feared God and turned away from evil. There

were born to him seven sons and three daughters. He

possessed seven thousand sheep, three thousand camels, five hundred yoke

of oxen, and five hundred female donkeys, and very many servants,

so that this man was the greatest of all the

people of the east. His sons used to go and

hold a feast in the house of each one on

his day, and they would send and invite their three

sisters to eat and drink with them. And when the

days of the feast had run their course, Job would

send and consecrate them. And he would rise early in

the morning and offer burnt offerings according to the number

of them all for Joe.

Said, it may be that my children have sinned and

cursed God in their hearts.

Thus Job did continually. Now there was a day when

the sons of God came to present themselves before the Lord,

and Satan also came among them. The Lord said to Satan,

from where have you come? Satan answered the Lord, and said,

from go to.

Where through on the earth, and from walk up and

now on me.

And the Lord said to Satan.

Have you considered my servant Job, that there is none

like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man

who fears God and turns away from evil.

Then Satan answered the Lord and said.

Death, Job, fear God.

For no reason?

Have you not pulled a head around him and his

house and all that he has on every side?

You have bless the work of his hands and his possessions.

Have ms in the lad.

What st shout your hand and touch all what.

He has, and he will curse you to your faith.

And the Lord said to Satan.

Behold, all that he has is in your hand, only

against him, do not stretch out your hand.

So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord.

Now there was a day when his sons and daughters

were eating and drinking wine in their oldest brother's house.

And there came a messenger to Job and said, the.

Oxen were plowing and the donkeys feeding beside them, and

the Sabinians fell upon them and took them and struck

down the servants with the edge of the sword.

And I alone have escaped to tell you.

While he was yet speaking there came another and said.

The fire of God fell from heaven and burned up

the sheep and the servants and consumed them. And I

alone have escaped to tell you.

While he was yet speaking, there came another and said.

The Chaldeans formed three groups and made a raid on

the camels and took them and struck down the servants

with the edge of the sword.

And I alone had escaped to tell you.

While he was yet speaking, there came another and said.

Your sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine in

their oldest brother's house. And behold, a great wind came.

Across the wilderness and struck the four corners of the house,

and it fell upon the young people, and they are dead.

Nigh alone have escape to tell you.

Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head,

and fell on the ground and worshiped.

And he said, naked I came from my mother's womb,

and naked shall I return. The Lord gave, and the

Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.

In all this job did not sin or charge God

with wrong.

Job too.

Again, there was a day when the sons of God

came to present themselves before the Lord, and Satan also

came among them to present himself before the Lord.

And the Lord said to.

Satan, from where have you come. Satan answered the Lord

and said.

From going to and through on the earth, and from

walking up and down.

And the Lord said to Satan, have you considered my

servant Job, that there is none like him on the earth,

a blameless and upright man who fears God and turns

away from evil. He still holds fast his integrity, although

you incited me against him to destroy him without reason.

Then Satan answered the Lord and said, skin.

For skin, all that man has, he will give for

his life.

Go stretch out your man.

And touch his bow, and he's flesh, and he will

hurt you your freight.

And the Lord said to Satan.

Behold, he is in your hand.

Only spare his life. So Satan went out from the

presence of the Lord and struck Job with loathsome swords

from the soul of his foot to the crown of

his head. And he took a piece of broken pottery

with which to scrape himself while he sat in the ashes.

Then his wife said to him, do.

You still hold fast your integrity? Curse God?

And die.

But he said to her, you speak as one of

the foolish women would speak. Shall we receive good from God?

And shall we not receive evil?

In all this Job did not sin with his lips. Now,

when Job's three friends heard of all this evil that

had come upon him, they came, each from his own place,

Elephaz the Temanite, Bildad the shoe height, and so Far

the Nyamathite.

They made an appointment together.

To come to show him sympathy and comfort him. And

when they saw him from a distance, they did not

recognize him. And they raised their voices and wept, and

they tore their robes and sprinkled dust on their heads

toward heaven. And they sat with him on the ground

seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a

word to him, for they saw that his suffering.

Was very great.

Job. Three after this, Job opened his mouth and cursed

the day of his birth. And Job said, let.

The day perish on which I was born, and the

night that said a man is conceived. Let that day

be darkness. May God above not seek it, nor light

shine upon it. Let gloom and deep darkness claim it,

Let clouds dwell upon it. Let the blackness of the

day terrify it. That night, let thick darkness seize it.

Let it not rejoice among the days of the year,

Let it not come into the number of the months

be old. Let that night be barren. Let no joyful

cry enter it. Let those curse it, who curse the day,

who are ready to rouse up Leviathan. Let the stars

of its dawn be dark. Let it hope for light,

but have none, nor see the eyelids of the morning.

Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb,

nor high trouble from my eyes. Why did I not

die at birth, come out from the womb and expire.

Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts

that I should nurse for?

Then I would have laid down and been quiet, I

would have slept. Then I would have been at rest

with kings and counselors of the earth who rebuilt ruins

for themselves, or with princes who had gold, who filled

their houses with silver. Or why was I not as

a hidden, stillborn child, as infants who never see the light.

There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary

are at rest. There the prisoners are at ease. Together

they hear not the voice of the taskmaster. The small

and the greater are there, and the slave is free

from his master. Why is light given to him who

is in misery and life to the bitter in soul,

who long for death but it comes not, and dig

for it more than for hidden treasures, who rejoice exceedingly

and are glad when they find the grave. Why is

light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom

God has hedged in. Or my sighing comes instead of

my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.

Or the thing that I fear comes upon me, and

what I dread befalls me. I am not at ease,

nor am I quiet. I have no rest, but trouble comes.

Job. For Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered and said, if.

One ventures a word with you, will you be impatient?

Yet who can keep from speaking? Behold, you have instructed many,

and you have strengthened the weak hands. Your words have

upheld him who was stumbling, and you have made firm

the feeble knees. But now it has come to you,

and you are impatient. It touches you, and you are dismayed.

Is not your fear of God, your confidence, and the

integrity of your ways your hope. Remember who that was

innocent ever perished? Or where were the upright cut off?

As I have seen, those who plow iniquity and so

trouble reap the same. By the breath of God they perish,

and by the blast of His anger they are consum'd.

The roar of the lion, the voice of the fierce lion.

The teeth of the young lions are broken, the strong

lion perishes for lack of prey, and the cubs of

the lioness are scatter'd. Now a word was brought to

me stealthily. My ear received the whisper of it, amid

thoughts from visions of the night, when deep sleep falls

on men. Dread came upon me, and trembling, which made

all my bones shake. A spirit glided past my face.

The hair of my flesh stood up. It stood still,

but I could not discern its appearance. A form was

before my eyes. There was silence. Then I heard a voice.

Can mortal man be in the right before God? Can

a man be pure before his Maker? Even in his

servant he puts no trust and his angels he charges

with error. How much more of those who dwell in

houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who

are crushed like the moth between morning and evening, they

are beaten to pieces. They perish forever without anyone regarding

it is not their tent chord plucked up within them?

Do they not die? And that without wisdom?

Job five?

Call, Now, is there anyone who will answer you? To

which of the holy ones will you turn?

Surely?

Vexation kills the fool, and jealousy slays the symbol. I

have seen the fool taking root, but suddenly I cursed

his Dwellingly. His children are far from safety. They are

crushed in the gate, and there is no one to

deliver them. But hungry eat his harvest, and he takes

it even out of thorns, and the thirsty pant after

his wealth. For affliction does not come from the dust,

nor does trouble sprout from the ground. But man is

born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward. As for me,

I would seek God, and to God would I commit

my cause? Who does great things and unsearchable, marvelous things

without number. He gives rain on the earth and sends

waters on the fields. He sets on high those who

are lowly, and those who mourn are lifted to safety.

He frustrates the devices of the crafty, so that their

hands achieve no success. He catches the wise in their

own craftiness, and the schemes of the wiley are brought

to a quick end. They meet with darkness in the daytime,

and grope at noonday as in the night. But he

saves the needy from the sword of their mouth and

from the hand of the mighty, so the poor have hope,

and injustice shuts her mouth. Behold, bless, it is the

one whom God reproves. Therefore, despise not the discipline of

the Almighty. For he wounds, but he binds up. He shatters,

but his hands heal. He will deliver you from six

troubles in seven no evil shall touch you. In famine.

He will redeem you from death and in war. From

the power of the sword. You shall be hidden from

the lash of the tongue, and shall not fear destruction

when it comes. At destruction and famine, you shall laugh,

and shall not fear the beasts of the earth, For

you shall be in league with the stones of the field,

and the beasts of the field shall be at peace

with you. You shall know that your tent is at peace,

and you shall inspect your fold and miss nothing. You

shall know also that your offspring shall be many, and

your descendants as the grass of the earth. You shall

come to your grave in ripe old age, like a

sheaf gathered up in its season. Behold this we have

searched out me. It is true here, and know it

for your good.

Job. Six Then Jove answered and said.

Oh, that my vexation were weighed, and all my calamity

laid in the balances, for then it would be heavier

than the sand.

Of the sea.

Therefore my words have been rash, For the arrows of

the Almighty are in me. My spirit drinks their poison.

The terrors of God are arrayed against me. Does the

wild donkey bray when he has grass or the ox

low over his fadder? Can that which is tasteless be

eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the

juice of the mellow? My appetite refuses to touch them.

They are as food that is loathsome to me.

Oh, that I might have my request and that God

would fulfill my hope that it would please God to

crush me, that he would let loose his hand and

cut me off.

This would be my comfort.

I would an exult in pain, unsparing, for I have

not denied the words of the Holy One. What is

my strength that I should wait? And what is my

end that I should be patient? Is my strength the

strength of stones? Or is my flesh bronze? Have I

any help in me when resource is driven from me?

He who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear

of the almighty. My brothers are treacherous, as a torrent bed,

as torrential streams that pass away, which are dark with ice,

and where the snow hides itself. When they melt, they disappear.

When it is hot, they vanish from their place. The

caravans turn aside from their course. They go up into

the waste and perish.

The caravans of Tima.

Look the travelers of Sheba hope. They are ashamed because

they were confident. They come there and are disappointed. For

you have now become nothing. You see my calamity and

are afraid. Have I said, make me a gift, or

from your wealth offer a bribe? For me, or deliver

me from the adversary's hand, or redeem me from the

hand of the ruthless.

Teach me, and I will be silent.

Make me understand how I have gone astray, how forceful

or upright words? But what does reproof from you? Reprove?

Do you think that you can reprove words? When the

speech of a despairing man is wind? You would even

cast lots over the fatherless and bargain over your friend.

But now be pleased to look at me, for I

will not lie to your face. Please turn, Let no

injustice be done. Turn now, my vindication is at stake.

Is there any injustice on my tongue? Cannot my palate

discern the cause of calamity? Job seven has not man

a hard service on earth? And are not his days

like the days of a hired hand, like a slave

who longs for the shadow, and like a hired hand

who looks for his wages.

So I am allotted.

Months of emptiness and nights of misery are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, when shall I arise?

But the night is long, and I am full of

tossing till the dawn. My flesh is clothed with worms

and dirt, my skin hardens then breaks out afresh. Day

are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and come to their

end without hope. Remember that my life is a breath.

My eye will never again see good. The eye of

him who sees me will behold me no more. While

your eyes are on me, I shall be gone. As

the cloud fades and vanishes. So he who goes down

to shield does not come up.

He returns no.

More to his house, nor does his place know him anymore.

Therefore I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak

in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in

the bitterness of my soul. Am I the sea or

a sea monster? That you set a guard over me?

When I say my bed will comfort me, my couch

will ease my complaint. That you scare me with dreams

and terrify me with visions, so that I would choose

strangling in death rather than my bones. I loathe my life.

I would not live forever.

Leave me alone, for my days are a breath.

What is man that you make so much of him,

and that you set your.

Heart on him?

Visit him every morning and test him every moment How

long will you not look away from me, nor leave

me alone till I swallow my spit?

If I sin?

What do I do to you, you watcher of mankind?

Why have you made me your mark?

Why have I become a burden to you? Why do

you not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity?

For now I shall lie in the earth. You will

seek me, but I shall not.

Be job eight.

Then Bildad the shoe height answered and said, how long.

Will you say these things? And the words of your

mouth be a great wind? Does God pervert justice? Or

does the Almighty pervert the right? If your children have

sinned against him, he has delivered them into the hand

of their transgressions. If you will seek God and plead

with the Almighty for mercy, if you are pure and upright,

surely then he will rouse himself for you and restore

your rightful habitation. And though your beginning was small, your

latter days will be very great. For inquire, Please bygone

ages and consider what the fathers have searched out. For

we are but of yesterday and know nothing, For our

days on earth are a shadow. Will they not teach

you and tell you and utter words out of their understanding.

Can papyrus grow where there is no marsh? Can reeds

flourish where there is no water? While yet in flower

and not cut down, they wither before any other plant.

Such are the paths of all who forget God. The

hope of the godless shall perish. His confidence is severed,

and his trust is a spider's web. He leans against

his house, but it does not stand. He lays hold

of it, but it does not endure. He is a

lush plant for the sun, and his shotes spread over

his garden. His roots entwine the stone heap. He looks

upon a house of stones. If he is destroyed from

his place, then it will deny him, saying I have

never seen you. Behold, this is the joy of his way.

And out of the soil others will spring. Behold, God

will not reject a blameless man, nor take the hand

of evildoers. He will yet fill your mouth with laughter

and your lips with shouting. Those who hate you will

be clothed with shame, and the tent of the wicked

will be no more.

Job nine. Then job answered and said, truly.

I know that it is so. But how can a

man be in the right before God. If one wished

to contend with him, one could not answer him once

in a thousand times. He is wise in heart and

mighty in strength, who has hardened himself against him and succeeded.

He who removes mountains, and they know it not when

he overturns them in his anger. Who shakes the earth

out of its place, and its pillars tremble. Who commands

the sun and it does not rise. Who seals up

the stars, who alone stretched out the heavens and trampled

the waves of the sea, Who made the Bear and Orion,

the Pleiades, and the chambers of the South. Who does

great things beyond searching out, and marvelous things beyond number. Behold,

he passes by me, and I see him not.

He moves on, but I do.

Not perceive him.

Behold he snatches away. Who can turn him back?

Who will say to him?

What are you doing?

God will not turn back his anger beneath him, bowed

the helpers of Rahab, How then can I answer him?

Choosing my words with him? Though I am in the right,

I cannot answer him. I must appeal from mercy to

my accuser. If I summoned him and he answered me,

I would not believe that he was listening to my voice.

For he crushes me with a tempest and multiplies my

wounds without cause. He will not let me get my breath,

but fills me with bitterness. If it is a contest

of strength, behold, he is mighty.

If it is a.

Matter of justice, who can summon him? Though I am

in the right, my own mouth would condemn me.

Though I am blameless, he.

Would prove me perverse. I am blameless. I regard not myself.

I loathe my life.

It is all one.

Therefore, I say, he destroys both the blameless and the wicked.

When disaster brings sudden death, he mocks at the calamity

of the innocent. The earth is given into the hand

of the wicked. He covers the faces of its judges.

If it is not he, who, then is it?

My days are swifter than a runner. They flee away,

they see no good.

They go byel like skiffs of reed, like an eagle

swooping on the prey. If I say I will forget

my complaint, I will put off my sad face and

be of good cheer. I become afraid of all my suffering,

for I know you will not hold me innocent. I

shall be condemned. Why then do I labor in vain?

If I wash myself with snow and cleanse my hands

with lie, Yet you will plunge me into a pit,

and my own clothes will abhor me. For he is

not a man as I am. That I might answer him,

that we should come to try together. There is no

arbiter between us who might lay his hand on us.

Both let him take his rod away from me, and

let not dread of him terrify me. Then I would

speak without fear of him, for I am not so

in myself.

Job ten I loathe my life.

I will give free utterance to my complaint. I will

speak in the bitterness of my soul. I will say

to God, do not condemn me. Let me know why

you contend against me.

Does it seem.

Good to you to oppress, to despise the work of

your hands, and favor the designs of the wicked? Have

you eyes of flesh? Do you see as man sees?

Are your days as the days of man, or your

years as a man's years? That you seek out my

iniquity and search for my sin, Although you know that

I am not guilty, and there is none to deliver

out of your hand. Your hands fashioned and made.

Me, and now you.

Have destroyed me altogether. Remember that you have made me

like clay, and will you return me to the dust.

Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle

me like cheese? You clothed me with skin and flesh,

and knit me together with bones and sinews. You have

granted me life and steadfast love, and your care has

preserved my spirit. Yet these things you hid in your heart.

I know that this was your purpose. If I sin,

you watch me and do not acquit me of my iniquity.

If I am guilty, woe to me.

If I am in the right, I cannot lift up

my head, for I am filled with disgrace, and look

on my affliction. And were my head lifted up, you

would hunt me like a lion, and again work.

Wonders against me.

You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your vexation

toward me. You bring fresh troops against me. Why did

you bring me out.

From the womb?

Would that I had died before any eye had seen me?

And were as though I had not been carried from

the womb to the grave. Are not my days few?

Then cease and leave me alone, that I may find

a little cheer before I go, And I shall not

return to the land of darkness and deep shadow, the

land of gloom, like thick darkness, like deep shadow, without

any order, where light is a thick darkness.

Job eleven. Then so far the Nyamathite answered and said, should.

A multitude of words go unanswered and a man full

of talk be judged?

Right?

Should your babbel silence men? And when you mock, shall

no one shame you? For you say my doctrine is pure,

and I am clean in God's eyes. But oh, that

God would speak and open his lips to you, and

that he would tell you the secrets of wisdom them,

for He is manifold in understanding. Know then that God

exacts of you less than your guilt deserves. Can you

find out the deep things of God? Can you find

out the limit of the Almighty? It tis higher than heaven?

What can you do?

Deeper than she all?

What can you know?

Its measure is longer than the earth, broader than the sea.

If he passes through and imprisons and summons the court,

who can turn him back, for he knows worthless men.

When he sees iniquity, will he not consider it. But

a stupid man will get understanding when a wild donkey's

colt is born a man. If you prepare your heart,

you will stretch out your hands toward him. If iniquity

is in your hand, put it far away, and let

not injustice dwell in your tents. Surely then you will

lift up your face without blemish. You will be secure

and will not fear. You will forget your misery. You

will remember it as waters that have passed away, and

your life will be brighter than the noonday. Its darkness

will be light the morning, and you will feel secure

because there is hope. You will look around and take

your rest in security. You will lie down, and none

will make you afraid. Many will court your favor, but

the eyes of the wicked will fail. All way of

escape will be lost to them, and their hope is

to breathe.

Their last Job twelve. Then Job answered and said.

No doubt, you are the people, and wisdom will die

with you. But I have understanding as well as you.

I am not inferior to you who.

Does not know such things as these.

I am a laughing stock to my friends, I who

called to God, and he answered me, a just and

blameless man.

Am a laughing stock.

In the thought of one who is at ease, there

is contempt for misfortune.

It is ready for those whose feet slip.

The tents of robbers are at peace, and those who

provoke God are secure, who bring their God in their hand.

But ask the beasts and they will teach you. The

birds of the heavens and they will tell you. Or

the bushes of the earth and they will teach you.

And the fish of the sea will declare to you.

Who among all these does not know that the hand

of the Lord has done this. In his hand is

the life of every living thing, And the breath of

all mankind does not the ear test words as the

palate tastes food. Wisdom is with the aged and understanding

in length of days, with God our wisdom and might.

He has counsel and understanding. If he tears down, none

can rebuild. If he shuts a man in, none can open.

If he withholds the waters.

They dry up.

If he sends them out, they overwhelm the land. With

him are strength and sound wisdom. The deceived and the

deceiver are his. He leads counselors away stripped, and judges

he makes fools. He looses the bonds of kings and

binds a waistcloth on their hips. He leads priests away

stripped and overthrows the mighty. He deprives of speech those

who are trusted, and takes away the discernment of.

The elders y.

He pours contempt on princes and loosens the belt of

the strong. He uncovers the deeps out of darkness and

brings deep darkness to light. He makes nations great, and

he destroys them. He enlarges nations and leads them away.

He takes away understanding from the chiefs of the people

of the earth and makes them wander in a pathless waste.

They grope in the dark without light, and he makes

them stagger like a drunken man.

Job thirteen.

Behold, my eye has seen all this. My ear is

hurt and understood it.

What you know.

I also know. I am not inferior to you, But

I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to

argue my case with God.

As for you, you.

Whitewash with lies.

Worthless physicians.

Are you all, Oh, that you would keep silent, and

it would be your wisdom. Hear now my arguments and

listen to the pleadings.

Of my lips.

Will you speak falsely for God and speak deceitfully for him?

Will you show partiality toward him? Will you plead the

case for God? Will it be well with you when

He searches you out? Or can you deceive him as

one deceives a man? He will surely rebuke you if

in secret you show partiality.

Will not his majesty.

Terrify you and the dread of him fall upon you?

You are maxims, are proverbs of ashes. Your defenses are

defenses of clay. Let me have sightolence, and I will speak,

And let come on me what may? Why should I

take my flesh in my teeth and put my life

in my hand? Though he slay me, I will hope

in him. Yet I will argue my ways to his face.

This will be my salvation that the godless shall not

come before him. Keep listening to my words, and let

my declaration.

Be in your ears.

Behold, I have prepared my case. I know that I

shall be in the right. Who is there who will

contend with me? For then I would be silent and die.

Only grant me two things. Then I will not hide myself.

From your face.

Withdraw your hand.

Far from me, and let not dread of you terrify me.

Then call and I will answer. Or let me speak,

and you reply to me. How many are my iniquities.

And my sins?

Make me know my transgression and my sin? Why do

you hide your face and count me as your enemy?

Will you frighten a driven leaf and pursue dry chaff?

For you write bitter things against me, and make me

inherit the iniquities of my youth. You put my feet

in the stocks, and watch all my paths. You set

a limit for the soles of my feet. Man wastes

away like a rotten thing, like a garment that is

moth eaten.

Job fourteen.

Man who is born of a woman is few of

days and full of trouble. He comes out like a

flower and withers. He flees like a shadow and continues

not And do you open your eyes on such a

one and bring me into judgment with you? Who can

bring a clean thing out of an unclean There is

not one. Since his days are determined, and the number

of his months is with you, and you have appointed

his limits that he cannot pass. Look away from him

and leave him alone, that he may enjoy, like a

hired hand his day. For there is hope for a tree,

if it be cut down, that it will sprout again,

and that its will not cease, though its root grow

old in the earth, and its stumped die in the soil.

Yet at the scent of water it will bud and

put out branches like a young plant. But a man

dies and is laid low. Man breathes his last, and.

Where is he?

As waters fail from a lake, and a river wastes

away and dries up. So a man lies down and rises.

Not again till the heavens are no more.

He will not awake or be roused out of his sleep. Oh,

that you would hide me and shield, that you would

conceal me until your wrath be passed. That you would

appoint me a set time, and remember me. If a

man dies, shall he live again? All the days of

my service. I would wait till my renewal should come.

You would call, and I would answer you. You would

long for the work of your hands, for then you

would number my steps. You would not keep watch over

my sin, my transgression, would be sealed up in a bag,

and you would cover over my iniquity. But the mountain

falls and crumbles away, and the rock is removed from

its place.

The waters wear away.

The stones, the torrents wash away the soil of the earth.

So you destroy the hope of man. You prevail forever

against him. He passes, You change his countenance and send

him away. His sons come to honor, and he does

not know it. They are brought low, and he perceives

it not. He feels only the pain of his own body,

and he mourns only for himself.

Job fifteen. Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered and.

Said, should a wise man answer with windy knowledge and

fill his belly with the east wind? Should he argue

in unprofitable talk, or in words with which he can

do no good? But you are doing away with the

fear of God and hindering meditation before God. For your

iniquity teaches your mouth, and you choose the tongue of

the crafty. Your own mouth condemns you, and not I

your own lips testify against you. Are you the first

man who is born? Or were you brought forth before

the hills. Have you listened in the counsel of God?

And do you limit wisdom to yourself? What do you

know that we do not know? What do you understand

that is not clear to us? Both the gray haired

and the aged are among us older than your father.

Are the comforts of God too small for you? Or

the word that deals gently with you? Why does your

heart carry you away? And why do your eyes flash

that you turn your spirit against God and bring such

words out of your mouth? What is man that he

can be pure? Or he who is born of a

woman that.

He can be righteous?

Behold, God puts no trust in his holy ones, and

the heavens are not pure in his sight. How much

less one who is abominable and corrupt, A man who

drinks injustice like water. I will show you hear me,

and what I have seen. I will declare what wise

men have told without hiding it from their fathers, to

whom alone the land was given, and no stranger passed

among them. The wicked man writhes in pain all his days,

through all the years that are laid up for the ruthless.

Dreadful sounds are in his ears. In prosperity, the destroyer

will come upon him. He does not believe that he

will return out of darkness, and he is marked for

the sword. He wanders abroad for bread, saying where is it?

He knows that a day of darkness is ready at

his hand. Distress and anguish terrify him. They prevail against

him like a king ready for battle. Because he has

stretched out his hand against God and defies the Almighty,

running stubbornly against him with a thickly bossed shield. Because

he has covered his face with his fat, and gathered

fat upon his waist, and has lived in desolate cities,

in houses that none should inhabit, which were ready to

become heaps of ruins. He will not be rich, and

his wealth will not endure, nor will his possessions spread

over the earth. He will not depart from darkness. The

flame will dry up his shoots, and by the breath

of his mouth he will depart. Let him not trust

in emptiness, deceiving himself, for emptiness will be his payment.

It will be paid in full before his time, and

his branch will not be green. He will shake off

his unripe grape like the vine, and cast off his

blossom like the olive tree. For the company of the

godless is barren, and fire consumes the tents of bribery.

They conceive trouble and give birth to evil, and their

womb prepares deceit.

Job sixteen.

Then Job answered and said, I.

Have heard many such things, miserable comforters. Are you all

shall windy words have an end? Or what pro evolks

you that you answer? I also could speak as you do.

If you were in my place, I could join words

together against you and shake my head at you. I

could strengthen you with my mouth, and the solace of

my lips would assuage your pain. If I speak, my

pain is not asswaged. And if I forbear, how much

of it leaves me?

Surely?

Now God has worn me out. He has made desolate

all my company, and he has shriveled me up, which

is a witness against me, and my leanness has risen

up against me. It testifies to my face he has

torn me in his wrath and hated me. He has

gnashed his teeth at me. My adversary sharpens his eyes

against me. Men have gaped at me with their mouth.

They have struck me insolently on the cheek, mass themselves

together against me. God gives me up to the ungodly

and casts me into the hands of the wicket. I

was at ease, and he broke me apart. He seized

me by the neck and dashed me to pieces.

He set me up as his target.

His archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys and

does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.

He breaks me with breach upon breach. He runs upon

me like a warrior. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,

and have laid my strength in the dust. My face

is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is deep darkness.

Although there is no violence in my hands, and my

prayer is pure. Oh, Earth, cover not my blood, and

let my cry find no resting place.

Even now.

Behold, my witness is in heaven, and he who testifies

for me is on high. My friends scorn me. My

eye pours out tears to God that he would argue

the case of a man with God as a son

of man does with his neighbor. For when a few

years have come, I shall go the way from which

I shall not return.

Job seventeen.

My spirit is broken, My days are extincting, the graveyard

is ready for me. Surely there are mockers about me,

and my eye dwells on their provocation.

Lay down a.

Pledge for me with yourself. Who is there who will

put up security for me? Since you have closed their

hearts to understand, therefore you will not let them triumph.

He who informs against his friends to get a share

of their property, the eyes of his children will fail.

He has made me a byword of the people's.

And I am one before whom men spit. My eye

has grown dim from vexation, and all my members are

like a shadow. The upright appalled at this, and the

innocence stirs himself up against the godness. Yet the righteous

holds to his way, and he who has clean hands

grows stronger and stronger. But you come on again, all

of you, and I shall not find a wise man

among you. My days are past, My plans are broken off.

The desires of my heart. They make night into day.

The light, they say, is near to the darkness. If

I hope for sheol is my house. If I make

my bed in darkness, if I say to the pit

you are my father, and to the worm my mother

or my sister. Where then is my hope. Who will

see my hope? Will it go down to the bars

of shoal Shall we descend together into the dust.

Job? Eighteen?

Then build ad the shoe high answered and said.

How long will you hunt for words? Consider?

And then we will speak? Why are we counted as cattle?

Why are we stupid?

In your sight?

You who tear yourself in your anger? Shall the earth

be forsaken for you, or the rock be removed out

of its place? Indeed, the light of the wicked is

put out, and the flame of his fire does not shine.

The light is dark in his tent, and his lamp

above him is put out. His strong steps are shortened,

and his own schemes.

Throw him down. For he is cast into.

A net by his own feet, and he walks on

its mesh. A trap seizes him by the heel, A

snare lays hold of him, A rope is hidden for

him in the ground, a trap for him in the path.

Terrors frighten him on every side and chase him at

his heels. His strength is famished, and calamity is ready

for his stumbling. It consumes the parts of his skin.

The first born of death consumes his limbs. He is

torn from the tent in which he trusted, and is

brought to the King of terrors. In his tent dwells

that which is none of his sulfur is scattered over

his habitation. His roots dry up beneath, and his branch

is wither above. His memory perishes from the earth, and

he has no name in the street. He is thrust

from light into darkness and driven out of the world.

He has no posterity or progeny among his people, and

no survivor where he used to live. They of the

west are appalled at his day, and horror seizes them

of the east. Surely, such are the dwellings of the unrighteous.

Such is the place of him who knows not.

God Job nineteen. Then Job answered and said.

How long will you torment me and break me in

peaces with words? These ten times you have cast reproach

upon me?

Are you not ashamed to wrong me?

And even if it be true that I have area,

my error remains with myself. If indeed you magnify yourselves

against me, make my disgrace and argument against me, know

then that God has put me in the wrong and

closed his net about me. Behold I cry out violence,

but I am not answered. I call for help, but

there is no justice. He has walled up my way

so that I cannot pass, and he has set darkness

upon my paths. He has stripped away from me my

glory and taken the crown from my head. He breaks

me down on every side, and I am gone, and

my hope has.

He pulled up like a tree.

He has kindled his wrath against me and counts me

as his adversary.

His troops come on together.

They have cast up their siege, ramp against me, and

in camp around my tent. He has put my brothers

far from me, and those who knew me are wholly

estranged from me. My relatives have failed me. My close

friends have forgotten me. The guests in my house and

my maid servants count me as a string. I have

become a foreigner in their eyes. I call to my servant,

but he gives me no answer. I must plead with

him with my mouth for mercy. My breath is strange

to my wife, and I am a stench to the

children of my own mother. Even young children despise me

when I rise, They talk against me. All my intimate

friends abhor me, and those whom I loved have.

Turned against me. My bones stick to my skin, into my.

Flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

Have mercy on me, Have mercy on me, Oh you,

my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.

Why do you, like God pursue me? Why are you

not satisfied with my flesh? Oh that my words were written,

that they were inscribed in a book, Oh that with

an iron pen and lead they were engraved.

In the rock forever.

For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the

last he will stand upon the earth. And after my

skin has been thus destroyed, Yet in my flesh I

shall see God, whom I shall see for myself, and

my eyes shall behold, and not another. My heart faints

within me. If you say how we will pursue him,

and the root of the matter is found in him,

be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishment

of the sword. That you may know there is a judgment.

Job twenty.

Then so far the Nyamathite answered, and said.

Therefore my thoughts answered me. Because of my haste within me,

I hear censure that insults me, and out of my understanding,

A spirit answers me, do you not know this from

of old, since man was placed on earth, that the

exulting of the wicked is short, and the joy of

the godless. But for a moment, though his height mount

up to the heavens, and his head reached to the clouds,

he will perish forever like his own dung. Those who

have seen him will say where is he?

He will fly away.

Like a dream and not be found. He will be

chased away like a vision of the night. The eye

that saw him will see him no more, nor will

his place any more behold him. His children will seek

the favor of the pool, and his hands will give

back his wealth. His bones are full of his youthful vigor,

but it will lie down with him in the dust.

Though evil is sweet in his mouth, though he hides

it under his tongue, though he is loaths to let

it go, and holds it in his mouth. Yet his

food is turned in his stomach. It is the venom

of cobras within him. He swallows down, riches, vomits them

up again. God casts them out of his belly. He

would suck the poison of cobras. The tongue of a

viper will kill him. He will not look upon the rivers,

the streams flowing with honey and curds. He will give

back the fruit of his toil and will not swallow

it down. From the profit of his trading. He will

get no enjoyment, for he has crushed and abandoned the poor.

He has seized a house that he did not build

because he knew no contentment in his belly. He will

not let anything in which he delights escape him. There

was nothing left after he had eaten. Therefore his prosperity

will not endure. In the fullness of his sufficiency, he

will be in distress. The hand of every one in

misery will come against him. To fill his belly to

the full. God will send his burning anger against him

and rein it upon him. Into his body.

He will sleeve from an iron weapon.

A bronze arrow will strike him through it is drawn

forth and comes out of his body, but littering point

comes out of his gall bladder.

Terrors come upon him.

Utter darkness is laid up for his treasures. A fire

not fan will devour him. What is left in his

tent will be consumed. The heavens will reveal his iniquity,

and the earth will rise up against him. The possessions

of his house will be carried away and dragged off

in the day of God's wrath. This is the wicked

man's portion from God, the heritage decreed for him by God.

Job One.

Then job answered and said.

Keep listening to my words, and let this be your comfort.

Bear with me, and I will speak. And after I

have spoken, mock on as for me is my complaint

against man? Why should I not be impatient? Look at

me and be appalled, and lay your hand over your mouth.

When I remember, I am dismayed, and shuddering seizes my flesh.

Why do the wicked live, reach old age and grow

mighty in power. Their offspring are established in their presence,

and their descendants before their eyes. Their houses are safe

from fear, and no rod of God is upon them.

Their bull breeds without fail, their cow calves and does

not miscarry. They send out their little boys like a flock,

and their children dance. They sing to the tambourine and

the lyre, and rejoice to the sound of the pipe.

They spend their days in prosperity and in peace. They

go down to Shioh. They say, to God, depart from us.

We do not desire the knowledge of your ways. What

is the almighty that we should serve him? And what

profit do we get if we pray to him? Behold,

is not their prosperity in their hand? The counsel of

the wicked is far from me? How often is it

that the lamp of the wicked is put out, that

their calamity comes upon them, That God distributes pains in

his anger, That they are like straw before the wind,

and like chaff that the storm carries away. You say,

God stores up their iniquity for their children. Let him

pay it out to them that they may know it.

Let their own eyes see their destruction, and let them

drink of the wrath of the almighty.

For what do they care for their houses? After them?

When the number of their months is cut off? Will

any teach God knowledge? Seeing that he judges those who.

Are on high.

One dies in his full vigor, being holy at ease

and cure his pails full of milk, and the marrow

of his bones moist. Another dies in bitterness of soul,

having never tasted of prosperity. They lie down alike in

the dust, and the worms cover them. Behold, I know

your thoughts and your schemes to wrong me. For you say,

where is the house of the prince? Where is the

tent in which the wicked lived? Have you not ask

those who travel the roads? And do you not accept

their testimony that the evil man is spared in the

day of calamity, that he is rescued in the day

of wrath, who declares his way to his face, and

who repays him for what he has done. When he

is carried to the grave, watch is kept over his tomb.

The clods of the valley are sweet to him. All

mankind follows after him, and those who go before him

are innumerable. How then, will you comfort me with empty nothings?

There is nothing left of your answers but falsehood.

Job twenty two. Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered and.

Said, can a man be profitable to God? Surely he

who is wise is profitable to himself.

Is it any.

Pleasure to the Almighty if you are in the right?

Or is it gained to him if you make your

ways blameless? Is it for your fear of him that

he reproves you and enters into judgment with you is

not your evil abundant. There is no end to your iniquities.

For you have exacted pleasures of your brothers for nothing,

and stripped the naked of their clothing. You have given

no water to the weary to drink, and you have

withheld bread from the hungry. The man with power possessed

the land, and the favored man lived in it. You

have sent widows away empty, and the arms of the

fatherless were crushed. Therefore, snares are all around you, and

sudden terror overwhelms you, or darkness so that you cannot see,

and a flood of water covers you. Is not God

high in the heavens, see the highest stars, how lofty

they are. But you say, what does God know? Can

he judge through the deep darkness? Thick clouds veil him

so that he does not see, and he walks on

the vault of heaven. Will you keep to the old

way that wicked men have trod? They were snatched away

before their time. Their foundation was washed away. They said

to God, depart from us, and what can the Almighty

do to us? Yet he filled their houses with good things.

But the counsel of the wicked is far from me.

Righteous see it and are glad. The innocent one mocks

at them, saying, surely our adversaries are cut off, and

what they left the fire has consumed. Agree with God

and be at peace. Thereby good will come to you.

Receive instruction from his mouth, and lay up his words

in your heart. If you return to the Almighty, you

will be built up. If you remove injustice far from

your tents. If you lay gold in the dust and

gold of over among the stones of the torrent bed,

then the Almighty will be your gold and your precious silver.

For then you will delight yourself in the Almighty and

lift up your face to God. You will make your

prayer to him, and he will hear you, and you

will pay your vows. You will decide on a matter,

and it will be established for you, and light will

shine on your ways. For when they are humbled, you

say it is because of pride. But he saves the lowly.

He delivers even the one who is not innocent, who

will be delivered through the cleanness of your hands.

Job twenty three.

Then Job answered and said, to day.

Also my complaint is bitter. My hand is heavy on

account of my groaning Oh, that I knew, or I

might find him, that I might come even to his seat.

I would lay my case.

Before him and fill my mouth with arguments.

I would know what.

He would answer me, and understand what he would say

to me. Would he contend with me in the greatness

of his power? No, he would pay attention to me.

There an upright man could argue with him, and I

would be acquitted forever by my judge. Behold, I go forward,

but he is not there. And backward, but I do

not perceive him. On the left hand, when he is working,

I do not behold him.

He turns to the.

Right hand, but I do not see him. But he

knows the way that I take. When he has tried me,

I shall come out as gold. My foot has held

fast to his steps. I have kept his way and

have not turned aside. I have not departed from the

commandment of his lips. I have treasured the words of

his mouth more than my portion of food. But he

is unchangeable, and who can turn him back what he

desires that he does, for he will complete what he

appoints for me. And many such things are in his mind. Therefore,

I am terrified at his presence. When I consider I

am in dread of him. God has made my heart faint.

The Almighty has terrified me. Yet I am not silenced

because of the darkness, nor because thick darkness covers my.

Face Job twenty four.

Why are not times of judgment kept by the Almighty?

And why do those who know him never see his days?

Some move landmarks, They seize flocks and pasture them. They

drive away the donkey of the fatherless. They take the

widow's ox for a pledge. They thrust the poor off

the road. The poor of the earth all hide themselves

behold like wild donkeys in the desert. The poor go

out to their toil seeking game. The wasteman yields food

for their children. They gather their fodder in the field,

and they gleam the vineyard of the wicked man. They

lie all night naked without clothing, and have no covering

in the cold. They are wet with the rain of

the mountains and cling to the rock for lack of shelter.

There are those who snatch the fatherless child from the breast,

and they take a pledge against the poor. They go

about naked without clothing, hungry. They carry the sheaves among

the olive rows of the wicked. They make oil, they tread.

The wine presses her thirst from out of the city.

The dying groan, and the soul of the wounded.

Cries for help.

Yet God charges no one with wrong. There are those

who rebel against the light, who are not acquainted with

its ways, and do not stay in its paths. The

murderer rises before it is light, that he may kill

the poor and needy, And in the night he is

like a thief. The eye of the adulterer also waits

for the twilight, saying no eye will see me, and

he veils his face in the dark. They dig through

houses by day they shut themselves up. They do not

know the light for deep darknesses. Mourning to all of them,

for they are friends with the terrors of deep darkness.

You say, swift are they on the face of the waters?

Their portion is cursed in the land. No treader turns

toward their vineyards drought and heat to snatch away the

snow waters. So does she old those who have sinned.

The womb forgets them, the worm finds them sweet. They

are no longer remembered, So wickedness is broken like a tree.

They wrong the barren childless woman, and do no good

to the widow. Yet God prolongs the life of the

mighty by his power.

They rise up.

When they despair of life.

He gives them security.

And they are supported, and His eyes are upon their ways.

They are exalted a little while, and then are gone.

They are brought low and gathered up like all others.

They are cut off like the heads of grain. If

it is not so, who will prove me a liar

and show that there is nothing in what I say?

Job twenty five. Then Bildad the shoe hed answered and said.

Dominion and fear are with God. He makes peace in

his high heaven. Is there any number to his armies?

Upon whom does his light not arise? How then can

man be in the right before God? How can he

who is born of woman be pure? Behold, even the

moon is not bright and the stars are not pure

in his eyes? How much less man who is a maggot,

and the son of man who is a worm?

Job twenty six. Then Job answered and said.

How you have helped him who has no power? How

you have saved the arm that has no strength. How

you have counseled him who has no wisdom, and plentifully

declared sound knowledge. With whose help have you uttered words,

and with whose breath has come out from you? The

dead tremble under the waters, and their inhabitants.

She all is.

Naked before God, and Abadon has no covering. He stretches

out the north over the void, and hangs the earth

on nothing. He binds up the waters in his thick clouds,

and the cloud is not split open under them. He

covers the face of the full moon and spreads over

it his cloud. He has inscribed a circle on the

face of the waters, at the boundary between light and darkness.

The pillars of heaven tremble and are astounded at his rebuke.

By his power, he stilled the sea, by his understanding,

he shattered rayhab by his wind, the heavens were made fair.

His hand pierced the fleeing servant. Behold, these are but

the outskirts of his ways. And how small a whisper

do we hear of him?

But the thunder of his power? Who can understand Job

twenty seven. And Job again took up his discourse and said.

As God lives, who has taken away my right, and

the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter. As long

as my breath is in me and the spirit of

God is in my nostrils, my lips will not speak falsehood,

and my tongue will not utter deceit. Far be it

from me to say.

That you are right.

Till I die, I will not put away my integrity

from me. I hold fast my righteousness and will not

let it go. My heart does not reproach me for

any of my days. Let my enemy be as the wicked,

and let him who rises up against me be as

the unrighteous. For what is the hope of the godless?

When God cuts him off? When God takes away his life?

Will God hear his cry? When distress comes upon him?

Will he take delight in the Almighty? Will he call

upon God at all times? I will teach you concerning

the hand of God. What is with the Almighty I

will not conceal. Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves.

Why then have you become altogether vain? This is the

portion of a wicked man with God and the heritage

that oppressors receive from the Almighty. If his children are multiplied,

it is for the sword and his descendants have not

enough bread those who survive him. The pestilence buries, and

his widows do not weep.

Though he heap up.

Silver like dust and pile up clothing like clay. He

may pile it up, but the righteous will wear it,

and the innocent will divide the silver. He builds his

house like a moth's, like a booth that a watchman makes.

He goes to bed rich, but will.

Do so no more.

He opens his eyes, and his wealth is gone. Terrors

overtaken like a flood. In the night, a whirlwind carries

him off. The east wind lifts him up, and he

is gone. It sweeps him out of his place. It

hurls at him without pity. He flees from its power

in headlong flight. It claps his hands at him and

hisses at him.

From its place.

Job twenty eight.

Surely there is a mine for silver and a place

for gold that they refine. Iron is taken out of

the earth, and copper has smelted from the ore.

Man puts an end.

To darkness and searches out to the farthest limit the ore.

In gloom and deep darkness, he opened shafts in a

valley away from where anyone lives they are forgotten by travelers.

They hang in the air, far away from mankind. They

swing to and fro as for the earth. Out of

it comes bread. But underneath it is turned up as

by fire. Its stones are the place of sapphires, and

it has dust of gold. That path no bird of

prey nose, And the falcon's eye has not seen it.

The proud beasts have not trodden it. The lion has

not passed over it. Man puts his hand to the

flinty rock and overturns mountains by the roots.

He cuts out channels in.

The rocks, and his eye sees every precious thing. He

dams up the streams so that they do not trickle.

And the thing that is hidden he brings out to light.

But where shall wisdom be found? And where is the

place of understanding? Man does not know it's worth, And

it is not found in the land of the living.

The deep says it is not in me, and the

sea says it is not with me. It cannot be

bought for gold and silver, cannot be weighed as its price.

It cannot be valued in the gold of over in

precious onyx or sapphire, gold and glass cannot equal it,

nor can it be exchanged for jewels of fine gold.

No mention shall be made of coral or of crystal.

The price of wisdom is above pearls.

The topaz of Ethiopia cannot equal it, nor can it

be valued in pure gold. From Where then does wisdom come?

And where is the place of understanding? It is hidden

from the eyes of all living, and concealed from the.

Birds of the air.

Abaton and Death say, we have heard a rumor of

it with our ears. God understands the way to it,

and he knows its place, for he looks to the

ends of the earth and sees everything under the heavens.

When he gave to the wind its weight and apportioned

the waters by measure, when he made a decree for

the rain and away for the lightning of the thunder,

then he saw.

It and declared it.

He established it and searched it out. And he said

to man, behold the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom,

and to turn away from evil.

His understanding me.

Job twenty nine n And Job again took up his

discourse and said.

Oh, that I were as in the months of old,

as in the days when God watched over me. When

his lamp shone upon my head, and by his light

I walked through darkness as I was in my prime,

when the friendship of God was upon my tent, when

the Almighty was yet with me, when my children were

all around me, when my steps were washed with butter,

and the rock poured out for me streams of oil.

When I went out to the gate of the city,

when I prepared my seat in the square, the young

men saw me and withdrew, and the agent rose and stood.

The princes refrained from talking and laid their hand on

their mouth. The voice of the nobles was hushed, and

their tongues stuck to the roof of their mouth. When

the ear heard it called me blessed, and when the

eye saw it approved. Because I delivered the poor who

cried for help, and the fatherless, who had none to

help him. The blessing of him who was about to

perish came upon me, and I caused the widow's heart

to sing for joy. I put on righteousness, and it

clothed me.

My justice was like a robe in a turban.

I was eyes to the blind and feet to the lane.

I was a father to.

The needy, and I searched out the cause of him,

whom I did not know, the fangs of the unrighteous,

and made him drop his prey from his teeth. Then

I thought, I shall die in my nest, and I

shall multiply my days as the sand. My roots spread

out to the waters with the dew all night on

my branches, my glory fresh with me, and my bow

ever knew in my hand. Men listened to me and

waited and kept silence for my counsel. After I spoke,

they did not speak again, and my word dropped upon them.

They waited for me as for the rain, and they

opened their mouths as for the spring rain. I smiled

on them when they had no confidence, and the light

of my face they did not cast down. I chose

their way and sad as chief, and I lived like

a king among his troops, like one who comforts mourners.

Job.

But now they laugh at me.

Men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would

have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

What could I gain from the strength of their hands?

Men whose vigor is gone through want and hard hunger.

They gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation.

They pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes, and the

roots of the broom tree for their food. They are

driven out from human company. They shout after them as

after a thief. In the gullies of the torrents. They

must dwell in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

Among the bushes.

They bray under the nettles. They huddle together a senseless,

a nameless brood. They have been whipped out of the land,

And now I have become their song. I am a

by word to them. They have a horny they keep

aloof from me. They do not hesitate to spit at

the sight of me, because God has loosed.

My cord and humbled me.

They have cast off restraint in my presence. On my

right hand, the rabble rise.

They push away my feet.

They cast up against me. They're ways of destruction. They

break up my path. They promote my calamity. They need

no one to help them, As through a wide breach

they come amid the crash.

They roll on.

Terrors are turned upon me. Honor is pursued as by

the wind, and my prosperity has passed away.

Like a cloud.

And now my soul is poured out within me. Days

of affliction have taken hold of me. The night racks

my poets, and the pain that gnaws me takes no

rest with great force. My garment is disfigured. It binds

me about like the color of my tunic. God has

cast me into the mire, and I have become like

dust and ashes.

I cry to you.

For help, and you do not answer me. I stand

and you only look at me. You have turned cruel

to me. With the might of your hand.

You persecute me.

You lift me up on the wind, you make me

ride on it, and you toss me about in the

roar of the storm.

For I know that you will bring.

Me to death and to the house appointed for all living.

Yet does not one in a.

Heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his

disaster cry for help? Did not I weep for him

whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved.

For the needy.

But when I hoped for good, evil game, and when

I waited for light darkness game, my inward parts are

in turmoil, and never still, days of affliction.

Come to meet me.

I go about, darkened, but not by the sun. I

stand up in the assembly and cry for help. I

am a brother of jackals and the companion of ostriches.

My skin turns black and falls from me, and my

bones burn with heat. My lyre is turned to mourning,

and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

Job thirty one.

I have made a covenant with my eyes. How then

could I gaze at a virgin? What would be my

portion from God above and my heritage from the Almighty

on high? Is not calamity for the unrighteous and disaster

for the workers of iniquity? Does not He see my

ways and number all my steps. If I have walked

with falsehood, and my foot has hastened to deceit, let

me be weighed in a just balance, and let God

know my integrity. If my step is turned aside from

the way, and my heart has gone after my eyes,

and if any spot is stuck to my hands, then

let me sow and another eat, and let what grows.

For me be rooted out.

If my heart has been enticed toward a woman, and

I have lain in wait at my neighbor's door, then

let my wife grind for another, and let others bow

down on her, For that would be a heinous crime,

That would be an iniquity to be punished by the judges.

For that would be a fire that consumes as far

as a baden, and it would burn to the root

all my increase. If I have rejected the cause of

my manservant or my maid servant, when they brought a

complaint against me, what then shall I do when God

rises up when he makes inquiry? What shall I answer him?

Did not he who may me in the womb make him?

And did not one fashion us in the womb? If

I have withheld anything that the poor desired, or have

caused the eyes of the widow to fail, or have

eaten my morsel alone, and the fatherless has not eaten

of it. For from my youth, the fatherless grew up

with me as with a father, and from my mother's

womb I guided the widow. If I have seen anyone

perish for lack of clothing, or the needy without covering,

if his body has not blessed me, and if he

was not warmed with the fleece of my sheep. If

I have raised my hand against the fatherless because I

saw my help in the gate, then let my shoulder

blade fall from my shoulder.

And let my arm be.

Broken from its socket. For I was in terror of

calamity from God, and I could not have faced his majesty.

If I have made gold my trust, or called fine

gold my confidence. If I have rejoiced because my wealth

was abundant, or because my hand had found much. If

I have looked at the sun when it's shone, or

the moon moving in splendor, and my heart has been

secretly enticed, and my mouth has kissed my hand, this

also would be an iniquity to be punished by the judges,

for I would have been false to God above. If

I have rejoiced at the ruin of him who hated me,

or exalted when evil overtook him, I have not let

my mouth sin by asking for his life with a curse.

If the men of my tent have not said, who

is there that has not been.

Filled with his meat?

The sojourner has not lodged in the street, I have

opened my doors to the traveler. If I have concealed

my transgressions, as others do, by hiding my iniquity in

my bosom, because I stood in great fear of the

multitude and the contempt of families, terrified me, so that

I kept silence and did not go out of doors.

Oh that I had one to hear me. Here is

my signature. Let the almighty answer me. Oh that I

had the indictment written by my adversary, Surely I would

carry it on my shoulder. I would bind it on

me as a crown. I would give him an account

of all my steps. Like a prince. I would approach him.

If my land has cried out against me, and its

furrows have wept together, if I have eaten its yield

without payment and made its owners breathe their last let

thorns grow instead of wheat, and foul weeds instead of barley.

The words of Job are ended Job thirty two. So

these three men ceased to answer Job because he was

righteous in his own eyes. Then Eli hu the son

of Berrikal, the Buzite of the family of Ram, burned

with anger. He burned with anger at Job because he

justified himself rather than God. He burned with anger also

at Job's three friends because they had found no answers,

although they had declared Job to be in the wrong.

Now Eli Hugh had waited to speak to Job because

they were older than he and when eli Hugh saw

that there was no answer in the mouth of these

three men, he burned with anger. And Elihu, the son

of Berrikal the Buzite, answered and said.

I am young in years, and you are aged. Therefore

I was timid and afraid to declare my opinion to you.

I said, let day speak, and many years teach wisdom.

But it is the spirit in man, the breath of

the Almighty, that makes him understand. It is not the

old who are wise, nor the agent who understand what

is right. Therefore, I say, listen to me, let me

also declare my opinion. Behold, I waited for your words.

I listened for your wise sayings, while you searched out

what to say. I gave you my attention. And behold

there was none among you who refuted job or who

answered his words. Beware lest you say we have found wisdom.

God may vanquish him.

Not a man.

He has not directed his words against me, and I

will not answer him with your speeches. They are dismayed.

They answer no more. They have not a word to say.

And shall I wait because they do not speak? Because

they stand there and answer no more. I also will

answer with my share. I also will declare my opinion,

for I am full of words. The spirit within me

constrains me. Behold, my belly is like wine that has

no vent, like new wineskins ready to burst. I must

speak that I may find relief. I must open my

lips and answer. I will not show partiality to any man,

or use flattery toward any persons, for I do not

know how to flatter else. My maker would soon take me.

Away Job thirty three.

But now hear my speech, Oh job, and listen to

all my words. Behold, I open my mouth. The tongue

in my mouth speaks. My words declare the uprightness of

my heart, and what my lips know, they speak sincerely.

The spirit of God has made me, and the breath

of the Almighty gives me life. Answer me, if you

can set your words in order before me, take your stand. Behold,

I am toward God as you are. I too was

pinched off from a piece of clay. Behold, no fear

of me need terrify you. My pressure will not be

heavy upon you. Surely you have spoken in my ears,

and I have heard the sound of your words. You say,

I am pure without transgression. I am clean and there

is no iniquity in me. Behold, he finds occasions against me.

He counts me as his enemy. He puts my feet

in the stalks and watches all my paths. Behold, in

this you.

Are not right.

I will answer you. For God is greater than man.

Why do you contend against him saying he will answer

none of man's words. For God speaks in one way

and in two, though man does not perceive it. In

a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep

sleep falls on men while they slumber on their beds,

then he opens the ears of men and terrifies them

with warnings that he may turn man aside from his

deed and conceal pride from a man. He keeps back

his soul from the pit, his life from perishing by

the sword. Man is also rebuked with pain on his

bed and with continual strife in his bones, so that

his life loathes bread and his appetite the choicest food.

His flesh is so wasted away that it cannot be seen,

and his bones that were not see in stick out.

His soul draws near the pits in his life to

those who bring death. If there be for him an angel,

a mediator one of the thousand, to declare to man

what is right for him, And he is merciful to

him and says, deliver him from going down into the pit.

I have found a ransom. Let his flesh become fresh

with youth. Let him return to the days of his

youthful vigory. Then man prays to God and he accepts him.

He sees his face with a shout of joy, and

he restores to man his righteousness. He sings before men

and says, I sinned and preferred to what was right,

and it was not repaid to me. He has redeemed

my soul from going down into the pit, and my

life shall look upon the light. Behold, God does all

these things twice, three times with a man to bring

back his soul from the pit, that he may be

lighted with the light of life. Pay attention, O Job,

Listen to me, Be silent, and I will speak. If

you have any words, answer me speak, for I desire

to justify you. If not, listen to me, be silent,

and I will teach you wisdom.

Job thirty four. Then Eli Hu answered and said.

Hear my words, you wise men, and give ear to me.

You who know, for the ear tests words as the

palate tastes food. Let us choose what is right. Let

us know among ourselves what is good. For Job has said,

I am in the right, and God has taken.

Away my right.

In spite of my right, I am counted a liar.

My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression. What

man is like Job, who drinks up scoffing like water,

who travels in company with evil doers and walks with

wicked men? For he has said, it profits a man

nothing that he should take delight in God. Therefore hear me,

you men of understanding. Far be it from God that

he should do wickedness, and from the Almighty that he

should do wrong. For according to the work of a man,

he will repay him, and according to his ways he

will make it befall him.

Of a truth.

God will not do wickedly, and the Almighty will not

pervert justice, who gave him charge over the earth, and

who laid on him the whole world. If he should

set his heart to it and gather to himself his

spirit and his breath, all flesh would perish together, and

man would return to dust. If you have understanding, hear this,

Listen to what I say. Shall one who hates justice govern?

Will you condemn him who is righteous and mighty, who

says to a king worthless one, and to noble's wicked man,

who shows no partiality to princes, nor regards the rich

more than the poor. For they are all the work

of his hands. In a moment they die at midnight,

the people are shaken and pass away, and the mighty

are taken away by no human hand. For his eyes

are in the ways of a man, and he sees

all his steps. There is no gloom or deep darkness

where evildoers may hide themselves, for God has no need

to consider a man further that he should go before

God in judgment. He shatters the mighty without investigation, and

sets others in their place, Thus knowing their works, He

overturns them in the night, and they are crushed. He

strikes them for their wickedness in a place for all

to see, because they turned aside from following him and

had no regard for any of his ways, so that

they cause the cry of the poor to come to him.

And he heard the cry of the afflicted. When he

is quiet, who can condemn when he hides his face.

Who can behold him, whether it be a nation or

a man, that a godless man should not reign, that

he should not ensnare the people? For has anyone said

to God I have borne punishment, I will not offend anymore.

Teach me what I do not see? If I have

done iniquity, I will do it no more. Will he

then make repayment to suit you, because you reject it,

For you must choose, and not I. Therefore, declare what

you know. Men of understanding will say to me, And

the wise man who hears me will say, Job speaks

without knowledge. His words are without insight. Would that Job

were tried to the end because he answers like wicked men,

For he adds rebellion to his sin. He claps his

hands among us and multiplies his words against God.

Job five and Elihu answered and said, do.

You think this to be just? Do you say? It

is my right before God? That you ask? What advantage

have I? How am I better off than if I

had sinned? I will answer you, and your friends with

you look at the heavens and see and behold the

clouds which are higher than you. If you have sinned,

what do you accomplish against him? And if your transgressions

are multiplied, what do you do to him? If you

are righteous, what do you give to him? Or what

does he receive from your hand? Your wickedness concerns a

man like yourself, and your righteousness a son of man.

Because of the multitude of oppressions, people cry out, They

call for help, because of the arm of the mighty,

But none says, where is God, my maker, who gives

songs in the night, who teaches us more than the

beasts of the earth, and makes us wiser than the

birds of the heavens. There they cry out, But he

does not answer. Because of the prideight of evil men.

Surely God does not hear an empty cry, nor does

the Almighty regard it. How much less when you say

that you do not see him, that the case is

before him and you are waiting for him. And now,

because his anger does not punish, and he does not

take much note of transgressions, Job opens his mouth in

empty talk. He multiplies words without knowledge.

Job thirty six. And Elihu continued and said.

Bear with me a little, and I will show you,

For I have yet something to say on God's behalf

I will get my knowledge from Afar and ascribe righteousness

to my makery. For truly my words are not false.

One who is perfect in knowledge is with you. Behold,

God is mighty and does not despise any. He is

mighty in strength of understanding. He does not keep the

wicked alive, but gives the afflicted their right. He does

not withdraw his eyes from the righteous, but with kings

on the throne, he sets them forever, and they are exalted.

And if they are bound in chains and caught in

the chords of affliction, then he declares to them their

work and their transgressions, that they are behaving arrogantly. He

opens their ears to instruction and commands that they return

from iniquity. If they listen and serve him, they complete

their days in prosperity, and their year is in pleasantness.

But if they do not listen, they perish by the

sword and die without knowledge. The godless and heart cherish anger.

They do not cry for help. When he binds them,

they die in youth, and their life ends among the

cult prostitutes. He delivers the afflicted by their affliction and

opens their ear by adversity. He also allured you out

of distress into a broad place where there was no cramping.

And what was set on your table was full of fatness.

But you are full of the judgment on the wicked

judgment and justice seize you. Beware lest raff entice you

into scoffing, And let not the greatness of the ransom

turn you aside. Will your cry for help avail to

keep you from distress, or all the force of your strength.

Do not long for the night when peoples vanish in

their place. Take care do not turn to iniquity, for

this you have chosen rather than affliction. Behold, God is

exalted in his power. Who is a teacher like him,

who has prescribed for him his way, or who can

say you have done wrong? Remember to extol his work

of which men have sung. All mankind has looked. Man

beholds it from afar. Behold, God is great, and we

know him not. The number of his years is unsearchable.

For he draws up the drops of water. They distill

his mist and rain, which the skies poured down and

drop on mankind abundantly. Can anyone understand the spreading of

the clouds, the thunderings of his pavilion behold, he scatters

his lightning about him and covers the roots of the sea.

For by these he judges people's He gives food in abundance.

He covers his hands with the lightning and commands it

to strike the mark. It's crashing. It declares his presence.

The cattle also declare that he rises.

Job seven.

This also, my heart trembles and leaps out of its place.

Keep listening to the thunder of his voice and the

rumbling that comes from his mouth under the whole heaven.

He lets it go, and his lightning to the corners

of the earth. After it, his voice roars.

He thunders with.

His majestic voice, and he does not restrain the lightnings.

When his voice is heard, God thunders wondrously with his voice.

He does great things that we cannot comprehend. Or to

the snow, he says, fall on the earth life voice.

To the downpourn is mighty downpour. He seals up the

hand of every man, that all men whom He made

may know it. Then the beasts go into their layers

and remain in their dens. From its chamber comes the

whirlwind and.

Cold from the scattering winds by the breath of God,

ice is given, and the broad waters are frozen fast.

He loads the thick cloud with moisture. The clouds scatter

his lightning. They turn around and around.

By his guidance to accomplish all that he commands them

on the face of the habitable world. Whether for correction,

or for his land, or for love, he causes it

to happen. Hear this, o job, Stop and consider the

wondrous works of God. Do you know how God lays

his command upon them and cause the lightning of his

cloud to shine? Do you know the balancings of the clouds,

the wondrous works of Him who is perfect? And knowledge?

You whose garments are hot when the earth is still

because of the south wind, can you like him? Spread

out the skies? Her does a cast metal mirror? Teach

us what we shall say to him? We cannot draw

up our case because of darkness. Shall it be told

him that I would speak? Did a man ever wish

that he would be swallowed up? And now no one

looks on the light when it is bright in the skies.

When the wind has passed and cleared them.

Out of the north comes with golden splendor.

God is clothed with awesome majesty the Almighty. We cannot

find him. He is great in power, just as an

abundant righteousness. He will not violate. Therefore men fear him.

He does not regard any who are wise in their

own conceit.

Job thirty eight.

Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said.

Who is this that darkens counsel by words? With that knowledge,

dress for action like a man. I will question you,

and you make it known to me. Where were you

when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me,

if you have understanding, who determined its measurements? Surely you know?

Or who stretched the line upon it on what were

its bases sunk? Or who laid its cornerstone when the

morning stars sang together and all the sons of God

shouted for joy? Or who shut in the sea with

doors when it burst out from the womb.

When I made.

Clouds its garment in thick darkness, its swaddling band, and

prescribed limits for it, and set bars and doors, and said,

thus far shall you come, and no farther, and here

shall your proud waves be stayed? Have you commanded the

morning since your days began? And caused the dawn to

know its place, that it might take hold of the

skirts of the earth, and the wicket be shaken out

of it. It is changed like clay under the seal,

and its features stand out like a garment from the wicked.

Their light is withheld, and their uplifted arm is broken.

Have you entered into the springs of the sea or

walked in the recesses of the deep? Have the gates

of death been revealed to you? Or have you seen

the gates of deep darkness? Have you comprehended the expanse

of the earth? Declare, if you know all this, where

is the way to the dwelling of light? And where

is the place of darkness? That you may take it

to its territory, and that you may discern the paths

to its home. You know, for you were born then,

and the number of your days is great. Have you

entered the storehouses of the snow? Or have you seen

the storehouses of the hail, which I have reserved for

the time of trouble, for the day of battle and war?

What is the way to the place where the light

is distributed, or where the east wind is scattered upon

the earth? Who has cleft the channel for the torrents

of rain, and away for the thunderbolt, to bring rain

on a land where no man is, on the desert

in which there is no man, to satisfy the waste

in desolate land, and to make the ground sprought with grass.

Has the rain of Father? Or who has begotten the

drops of dew? From whose womb did the ice come forth?

And who has given birth to the frost of heaven?

The waters become hard like stone, and the face of

the deep is frozen. Can you bind the chains of

the Pleiades or loose the cords of Orion? Can you

lead forth the Mazarath in their season? Or can you

guide the bear with its children? Do you know the

ordinances of the heavens? Can you establish their rule on

the earth? Can you lift up your voice to the

clouds that a flood of waters may cover you? Can

you send forth lightnings of they may go and say

to you, here we are who has put wisdom in

the inward parts? Are given understanding to the mind. Who

can number the clouds by wisdom? Or who can tilt

the water skins of the heavens. When the dust runs

into a mass and the cloths stick fast together. Can

you hunt the prey for the lion? Or satisfy the

appetite of the young lions when they crouch in their dens,

or lie in wait in their thicket? Who provides for

the raven its prey when it's young ones cry to

God for help and wander about for lack of food.

Job?

Do you know when the mountain goats give birth? Do

you observe the cat of the does? Can you number

the months that they fulfill? And do you know the

time when they give birth? When they crouch, bring forth

their offspring, and are delivered of their young? Their young

ones become strong, they grow up in the open, They

go out and do not return to them? Who has

let the wild donkey go free? Who has loosed the

bonds of the swift donkey? To whom I have given

the arid plane for his home and the salt land

for his dwelling place. He scorns the tumult of the city.

He hears not the shouts of the driver. He ranges

the mountains as his pasture, and he searches after every

green thing. Is the wild ox willing to serve you?

Will he spend the night at your manger. Can you

bind him in the furrow with ropes? Or will he

harrow the valleys after you? Will you depend on him

because his strength is great? And will you leave to

him your labor? Do you have faith in him that

he will return your grain and gather it to your

threshing floor. The wings of the ostrich wave proudly. But

are they the pinions and plumage of love? For she

leaves her eggs to the earth and lets them be

warmed on the ground, forgetting that a foot may crush them,

and that the wild beast may trample them. She deals

cruelly with her young, as if they were not hers.

Though her labor be in.

Vain, Yet she has no fear, because God has made

her forget wisdom and given her no share in understanding.

When she rouses herself to flee, she laughs at the

horse and his rider. Do you give the horse his might?

Do you clothe his neck with a mane? Do you

make him leap like the locust? His majestic snorting is terrifying.

He paused in the valley and exults in his strength.

He goes out to meet the weapons. He laughs at

fear and is not dismayed, he does not turn back

from the sword upon him. Rattle the quiver, the flashing spear,

and the javelin with fierceness and rage. He swallows the ground.

He cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

When the trumpet sounds, he.

Says, aha.

He smells the battle from afar the thunder of the

captains in the shouting. Is it by your understanding that

the hawk soars and spreads his wings towards the south?

Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up

and makes his nest on high on the rock. He

dwells and makes his home on the rocky crag and stronghold.

From there he spies out the prey. His eyes behold

it from far away. His young ones suck up blood.

And where the slain are there is.

He Job forty. And the Lord said to Job.

Shall a fault finder contend with the almighty? He who

argues with God? Let him answer it.

Then Job answered the Lord and said.

Behold, I am of small account, What shall I answer you?

I lay my hand on my mouth. I have spoken once,

and I will not answer twice.

But I will proceed no further.

Then the Lord answered job out of the whirlwind, and said, dress.

For action like a man. I will question you, and

you make it known to me. Will you even put

me in the wrong? Will you demn me that you

may be in the right. Have you an arm like God?

And can you thunder with a voice like his? Adorn

yourself with majesty and dignity, Clothe yourself with glory and splendor.

Pour out the overflowings of your anger, and look on

everyone who is proud, and abase him. Look on everyone

who is proud, and bring him low, and tread down

the wicket where they stand. Hide them all in the

dust together, find their faces in the world below. Then,

while I also acknowledge to you that your own right

hand can save you. Behold Behemeth, which I made as

I made you. He eats grass like an ox. Behold

his strength in his loins, and his power in the

muscles of his belly. He makes his tail stiff like

a cedar. The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

His bones are tubes of bronze, his limbs like bars

of iron. He is the first of the works of God.

Let him who made him bring near his sword, for

the mountains yield food for him, where all the wild

beasts play under the lotus plants. He lies in the

shelter of the reeds and in the marsh for his shade.

The lotus trees cover him. The willows of the brooks

surround him. Behold, if the river is turbulent, he is

not frightened. He is confident. Though Jordan rushes against his mouth.

Can one take him by his eyes? Or pierce his

nose with a snare?

Job forty one one?

Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook? Or

press down his tongue with a corn lord? Can you

put a rope in his nose? Or pierce his jaw

with a hook? Will he make many please to you?

Will he speak to you soft words? Will he make

a covenant with you? To take him for your servant forever?

Will you play with him as with a bird? Or

will you put him on a leash for your girls?

Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up

among the merchants? Can you fill his skin with harpoons

or his head with fishing spears? Lay your hands on him?

Remember the battle? You will not do it again. Behold,

the hope of a man is false. He has laid

low even at the sight of him. No one is

so fierce that he dares to stir him up. Who, then,

is he who can stand before me? Who has first

given to me that I should repay him? Whatever is

under the whole heaven is mine. I will not keep

silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his

goodly frame. Who can strip off his outer gun, Who

would come near him with a bridle? Who can open

the doors of his face around his teeth is terror?

His back is made of rows of shields, shut up closely,

as with a seal. One is so near to another

that no air can come between them. They are joined

one to another. They clasp each other and cannot be separated.

His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like

the eyelids of the dawn. Out of his mouth a

flaming torches, Sparks of fire lea forth. Out of his

nostrils comes forth smoke as from a boiling pot, and

burning rushes. His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth.

From his mouth.

In his neckabite strength and terror dances before him. The

folds of his flesh stick together firmly cast on him

and immovable. His heart is hard as a stone, hard

as the lower millstone. When he raises himself up the

mighty or afraid at the crashing, they are beside themselves.

Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail, nor

the spear, the dart, or the javelin. He counts iron

as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. The arrow cannot

make him flee for him, slingstones are turned to stubble.

Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rattle

of javelins. His underparts are like sharp potshirts. He spreads

himself like a threshing sledge on the mire. He makes

the deep boil like a pot. He makes the sea

like a pot of ointment. Behind him, he leaves a

shining wake. One would think that eat to be white

haired on earth. There is not his life. A creature

without fear, he sees everything that is high. He is

king over all the sons of pride.

Job forty two.

Then Job answered the Lord and said.

I know that you can do all things, and that

no purpose of yours can be thwarted. Who is this

that hides counsel without knowledge Therefore I have uttered what

I did not understand, things too wonderful for me which

I did not know here, and I will speak. I

will question you, and you make it known to me.

I had heard of you by the hearing of the year,

but now my eye seize you. Therefore I despise myself

and repent.

In dust and ashes.

After the Lord had spoken these words to Job, the

Lord said to Eliphaz the Temanite.

My anger burns against you and against your two friends,

for you have not spoken of me what is right

as my servant Job has.

Now.

Therefore, take seven bulls and seven rams and go to

my servant Job and offer up a burnt offering for yourselves.

And my servant Job shall pray for you, for I

will accept his prayer, not to deal with you according

to your folly, for you have not spoken of me

what is right as my servant Job has.

So Eliphaz the Temanite and Bildad the shoe height and

so Far the Naamathite went and did what the Lord

had told them, and the Lord sceptive Job's prayer, and

the Lord restored the fortunes of Job. When he had

prayed for his friends, and the Lord gave Job twice

as much as he had before. Then came to him

all his brothers and sisters and all who had known

him before, and ate bread with him in his house.

And they showed him sympathy and comforted him for all

the evil that the Lord had brought upon him. And

each of them gave him a piece of money and

a ring of gold. And the Lord blessed the latter

days of Job more than his beginning. And he had

fourteen thousand sheep, six thousand camels, one thousand yoke of oxen,

and one thousand female donkeys. He had also seven sons

and three daughters. And he called the name of the

first daughter Jemimai, and the name of the second Keziae,

and the name of the third Karen Happuk. And in

all the land there were no women so beautiful as

Job's daughters. And their father gave them an inheritance among

their brothers. And after this Job lived one hundred forty

years and saw his sons and his sons sons four generations.

And Job died an old man and full of days.