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Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,

They are higher than the heavens—what can you do? They are deeper than Sheol—what can you know?

They are higher than the heavens—what can you do? They are deeper than Sheol—what can you know?

“Truly then you are the people with whom wisdom itself will die!

The one at ease scorns misfortune as the fate of those whose feet are slipping.

The tents of robbers are safe, and those who provoke God are secure—those who carry their god in their hands.

The tents of robbers are safe, and those who provoke God are secure—those who carry their god in their hands.

Wisdom and strength belong to God; counsel and understanding are His.

True wisdom and power belong to Him. The deceived and the deceiver are His.

You, however, smear with lies; you are all worthless physicians.

Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.

Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.

How many are my iniquities and sins? Reveal to me my transgression and sin.

Since his days are determined and the number of his months is with You, and since You have set limits that he cannot exceed,

…so a man lies down and does not rise. Until the heavens are no more, he will not be awakened or roused from sleep.

If his sons receive honor, he does not know it; if they are brought low, he is unaware.

Both the gray-haired and the aged are on our side—men much older than your father.

Are the consolations of God not enough for you, even words spoken gently to you?

If God puts no trust in His holy ones, if even the heavens are not pure in His eyes,

A wicked man writhes in pain all his days; only a few years are reserved for the ruthless.

“I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all.

…yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.

My friends are my scoffers as my eyes pour out tears to God.

For when only a few years are past I will go the way of no return.

“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.

The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.

The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.

My days have passed; my plans are broken off—even the desires of my heart.

…and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?

Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.

Their descendants are established around them, and their offspring before their eyes.

Their homes are safe from fear; no rod of punishment from God is upon them.

Are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a storm?

His body is well nourished, and his bones are rich with marrow.

For you say, ‘Where now is the nobleman’s house, and where are the tents in which the wicked dwell?’

The clods of the valley are sweet to him; everyone follows behind him, and those before him are without number.

The clods of the valley are sweet to him; everyone follows behind him, and those before him are without number.

Does it delight the Almighty that you are righteous? Does He profit if your ways are blameless?

Does it delight the Almighty that you are righteous? Does He profit if your ways are blameless?

Is not your wickedness great? Are not your iniquities endless?

Is not God as high as the heavens? Look at the highest stars, how lofty they are!

The righteous see it and are glad; the innocent mock them:

‘Surely our foes are destroyed, and fire has consumed their excess.’

When men are brought low and you say, ‘Lift them up!’ then He will save the lowly.

Then there are those who rebel against the light, not knowing its ways or staying on its paths.

For to them, deep darkness is their morning; surely they are friends with the terrors of darkness!

They are but foam on the surface of the water; their portion of the land is cursed, so that no one turns toward their vineyards.

The womb forgets them; the worm feeds on them; they are remembered no more. So injustice is broken like a tree.

He gives them a sense of security, but His eyes are on their ways.

They are exalted for a moment, then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain.

They are exalted for a moment, then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain.

They are exalted for a moment, then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain.

They are exalted for a moment, then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain.

If even the moon does not shine, and the stars are not pure in His sight,

Indeed, these are but the fringes of His ways; how faint is the whisper we hear of Him! Who then can understand the thunder of His power?”

I will never say that you are right; I will maintain my integrity until I die.

Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food.

Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food.

Its rocks are the source of sapphires, containing flecks of gold.

Coral and quartz are unworthy of mention; the price of wisdom is beyond rubies.

Terrors are turned loose against me; they drive away my dignity as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed like a cloud.

So Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite declared: “I am young in years, while you are old; that is why I was timid and afraid to tell you what I know.

It is not only the old who are wise, or the elderly who understand justice.

Job’s friends are dismayed, with no more to say; words have escaped them.

Must I wait, now that they are silent, now that they stand and no longer reply?

My words are from an upright heart, and my lips speak sincerely what I know.

Behold, you are not right in this matter. I will answer you, for God is greater than man.

…who says to kings, ‘You are worthless!’ and to nobles, ‘You are wicked,’

…who says to kings, ‘You are worthless!’ and to nobles, ‘You are wicked,’

…who is not partial to princes and does not favor rich over poor? For they are all the work of His hands.

They die in an instant, in the middle of the night. The people convulse and pass away; the mighty are removed without human hand.

For His eyes are on the ways of a man, and He sees his every step.

Therefore, He recognizes their deeds; He overthrows them in the night and they are crushed.

If you are righteous, what do you give Him, or what does He receive from your hand?

For truly my words are free of falsehood; one perfect in knowledge is with you.

And if men are bound with chains, caught in cords of affliction,

But now you are laden with the judgment due the wicked; judgment and justice have seized you.

By the breath of God the ice is formed and the watery expanses are frozen.

Can you send the lightning bolts on their way? Do they report to you, ‘Here we are’?

Can you count the months they are pregnant? Do you know the time they give birth?

His young ones feast on blood; and where the slain are, there he is.”

His tail sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are tightly knit.

His bones are tubes of bronze; his limbs are rods of iron.

His bones are tubes of bronze; his limbs are rods of iron.

His rows of scales are his pride, tightly sealed together.

They are joined to one another; they clasp and cannot be separated.

His snorting flashes with light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn.

The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.

The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.

When Leviathan rises up, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw before his thrashing.

His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.

Not so the wicked! For they are like chaff driven off by the wind.

I will proclaim the decree spoken to Me by the LORD: “You are My Son; today I have become Your Father.

Kiss the Son, lest He be angry and you perish in your rebellion, when His wrath ignites in an instant. Blessed are all who take refuge in Him.

But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.

For You are not a God who delights in wickedness; no evil can dwell with You.

For not a word they speak can be trusted; destruction lies within them. Their throats are open graves; their tongues practice deceit.

Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am frail; heal me, O LORD, for my bones are in agony.

…what is man that You are mindful of him, or the son of man that You care for him?