Job 3 Cross References - YLT

¹ After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day. ² And Job answereth and saith: — ³ Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.' ⁴ That day—let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it. ⁵ Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days. ⁶ That night—let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come. ⁷ Lo! that night—let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it. ⁸ Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan. ⁹ Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn. ¹⁰ Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
¹¹ Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp! ¹² Wherefore have knees been before me? And what are breasts, that I suck? ¹³ For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept—then there is rest to me, ¹⁴ With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves. ¹⁵ Or with princes—they have gold, They are filling their houses with silver. ¹⁶ (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants—they have not seen light.) ¹⁷ There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power. ¹⁸ Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor, ¹⁹ Small and great are there the same. And a servant is free from his lord.
²⁰ Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul? ²¹ Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures. ²² Who are glad—unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave. ²³ To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up? ²⁴ For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters are my roarings. ²⁵ For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me. ²⁶ I was not safe—nor was I quiet—Nor was I at rest—and trouble cometh!

¹¹ The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath—if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

²² In all this Job hath not sinned, nor given folly to God.

⁵ Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh—if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

⁹ And his wife saith to him, `Still thou art keeping hold on thine integrity: bless God and die.' <sup>10</sup> And he saith unto her, `As one of the foolish women speaketh, thou speakest; yea, the good we receive from God, and the evil we do not receive.' In all this Job hath not sinned with his lips.

³ Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'

¹⁶ And Job with vanity doth open his mouth, Without knowledge words he multiplieth.

² I was dumb with silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited. ³ Hot is my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.

³³ For they have provoked his spirit, And he speaketh wrongfully with his lips.

¹⁴ Cursed is the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed! ¹⁵ Cursed is the man who bore tidings to my father, saying, `Born to thee hath been a child—a male,' Making him very glad!

¹⁴ And the five men, those going to traverse the land of Laish, answer and say unto their brethren, `Have ye known that there is in these houses an ephod, and teraphim, and graven image, and molten image? and now, know what ye do.'

¹⁸ And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me. ¹⁹ As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,

¹⁰ Woe to me, my mother, For thou hast borne me a man of strife, And a man of contention to all the land, I have not lent on usury, Nor have they lent on usury to me—All of them are reviling me.

¹⁴ Cursed is the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed! ¹⁵ Cursed is the man who bore tidings to my father, saying, `Born to thee hath been a child—a male,' Making him very glad! ¹⁶ Then hath that man been as the cities, That Jehovah overthrew, and repented not, And he hath heard a cry at morning, And a shout at time of noon. ¹⁷ Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me—my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during. ¹⁸ Why is this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!

²² And Moses stretcheth out his hand towards the heavens, and there is darkness—thick darkness in all the land of Egypt three days; ²³ they have not seen one another, and none hath risen from his place three days; and to all the sons of Israel there hath been light in their dwellings.'

¹² a land which Jehovah thy God is searching; continually are the eyes of Jehovah thy God upon it, from the beginning of the year even unto the latter end of the year.

² A day of darkness and thick darkness, A day of cloud and thick darkness, As darkness spread on the mountains, A people numerous and mighty, Like it there hath not been from of old, And after it there is not again—till the years of generation and generation.

¹⁸ Ho, ye who are desiring the day of Jehovah, Why is this to you—the day of Jehovah? It is darkness, and not light,

⁴⁵ And from the sixth hour darkness came over all the land unto the ninth hour,

²⁰ and neither sun nor stars appearing for more days, and not a little tempest lying upon us, thenceforth all hope was taken away of our being saved.

¹⁰ And the fifth messenger did pour out his vial upon the throne of the beast, and his kingdom did become darkened, and they were gnawing their tongues from the pain,

¹¹ and ye draw near and stand under the mountain, and the mountain is burning with fire unto the heart of the heavens—darkness, cloud, yea, thick darkness:

²¹ Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade, ²² A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade—and no order, And the shining is as thick darkness.'

¹⁶ My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids is death-shade.

¹⁷ When together, morning is to them death shade, When he discerneth the terrors of death shade.

³ An end hath he set to darkness, And to all perfection he is searching, A stone of darkness and death-shade.

¹⁷ Revealed to thee were the gates of death? And the gates of death-shade dost thou see?

⁴ Also—when I walk in a valley of death-shade, I fear no evil, for Thou art with me, Thy rod and Thy staff—they comfort me.

¹⁹ But Thou hast smitten us in a place of dragons, And dost cover us over with death-shade.

¹⁰ Inhabitants of dark places and death-shade, Prisoners of affliction and of iron,

¹⁴ He bringeth them out from the dark place, And death-shade, And their bands He draweth away.

² The people who are walking in darkness Have seen a great light, Dwellers in a land of death-shade, Light hath shone upon them.

⁶ And have not said, Where is Jehovah, Who bringeth us up out of the land of Egypt, Who leadeth us in a wilderness, In a land of deserts and pits, In a dry land, and of death-shade, In a land—none hath passed through it, Nor dwelt hath man there?'

²⁸ For this doth the land mourn, And black have been the heavens above, because I have spoken—I have purposed, And I have not repented, Nor do I turn back from it.

¹⁶ Give ye to Jehovah your God honour, Before He doth cause darkness, And before your feet stumble on dark mountains, And ye have waited for light, And He hath made it for death-shade, And hath appointed it for thick darkness.

³ For near is a day, near is a day to Jehovah! A day of clouds, the time of nations it is.

¹² As a shepherd's searching of his drove, In the day of his being in the midst of his scattered flock, so I do seek My flock, And have delivered them out of all places, Whither they have been scattered, In a day of cloud and thick darkness.

⁸ The maker of Kimah and Kesil, And the turner to morning of death-shade, And day as night He hath made dark, Who is calling to the waters of the sea, And poureth them on the face of the earth, Jehovah is His name;

¹⁰ And have turned your festivals to mourning, And all your songs to lamentation, And caused sackcloth to come up on all loins, And on every head—baldness, And made it as a mourning of an only one, And its latter end as a day of bitterness.

¹⁶ the people that is sitting in darkness saw a great light, and to those sitting in a region and shadow of death—light arose to them.'

⁷⁹ To give light to those sitting in darkness and death-shade, To guide our feet to a way of peace.'

¹⁸ For ye came not near to the mount touched and scorched with fire, and to blackness, and darkness, and tempest,

²⁰ She doth not sit for ever, Nor continueth unto many generations, Nor doth Arab pitch tent there, And shepherds lie not down there. ²¹ And Ziim have lain down there, And full have been their houses of howlings, And dwelt there have daughters of an ostrich, And goats do skip there. ²² And Aiim have responded in his forsaken habitations, And dragons in palaces of delight, And near to come is her time, And her days are not drawn out!

⁸ Ceased hath the joy of tabrets, Ceased hath the noise of exulting ones, Ceased hath the joy of a harp.

³⁴ And I have caused to cease from cities of Judah, And from streets of Jerusalem, The voice of joy, and the voice of gladness, Voice of bridegroom, and voice of bride, For the land doth become a desolation!

²² and voice of harpers, and musicians, and pipers, and trumpeters, may not be heard at all in thee any more; and any artisan of any art may not be found at all in thee any more; and noise of a millstone may not be heard at all in thee any more; ²³ and light of a lamp may not shine at all in thee any more; and voice of bridegroom and of bride may not be heard at all in thee any more; because thy merchants were the great ones of the earth, because in thy sorcery were all the nations led astray,

²⁵ and Jeremiah lamenteth for Josiah, and all the singers and the songstresses speak in their lamentations of Josiah unto this day, and set them for a statute on Israel, and lo, they are written beside the lamentations.

¹ Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down—his tongue?

¹⁰ None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who is he before Me stationeth himself?

²⁵ From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.

¹⁷ Thus said Jehovah of Hosts: Consider ye, and call for mourning women, And they come, And to the wise women send, and they come, ¹⁸ And they hasten, and lift up for us a wailing. And run down our eyes do tears, And from our eyelids do waters flow.

¹⁶ Therefore, thus said Jehovah, God of Hosts, the Lord, In all broad places is lamentation, And in all out-places they say, `Alas, alas,' And called the husbandman to mourning, And to lamentation the skilful of wailing.

¹⁷ and saying, We piped unto you, and ye did not dance, we lamented to you, and ye did not smite the breast.

³⁸ and he cometh to the house of the chief of the synagogue, and seeth a tumult, much weeping and wailing;

²⁶ When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.

¹⁸ His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes are as the eyelids of the dawn.

¹⁵ Looking for peace—and there is no good, For a time of healing, and lo, terror.

¹⁸ for Jehovah restraining had restrained every womb of the house of Abimelech, because of Sarah, Abraham's wife.

³¹ And Jehovah seeth that Leah is the hated one, and He openeth her womb, and Rachel is barren;

⁵ and to Hannah he giveth a certain portion—double, for he hath loved Hannah, and Jehovah hath shut her womb;

² O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together! ³ For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.

¹ My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

² Also—to-day is my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.

³ If a man doth beget a hundred, and live many years, and is great, because they are the days of his years, and his soul is not satisfied from the goodness, and also he hath not had a grave, I have said, `Better than he is the untimely birth.' ⁴ For in vanity he came in, and in darkness he goeth, and in darkness his name is covered, ⁵ Even the sun he hath not seen nor known, more rest hath this than that.

¹⁰ And turn aside anger from thy heart, And cause evil to pass from thy flesh, For the childhood and the age are vanity!

¹⁷ Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me—my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during.

⁹ For thou art He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother. ¹⁰ On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou art my God.

⁸ As a snail that melteth he goeth on, As an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.

⁶ By Thee I have been supported from the womb, From my mother's bowels Thou dost cut me out, In Thee is my praise continually.

¹³ For Thou—Thou hast possessed my reins, Thou dost cover me in my mother's belly. ¹⁴ I confess Thee, because that with wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful are Thy works, And my soul is knowing it well. ¹⁵ My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth. ¹⁶ Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed—And not one among them.

³ Hearken unto Me, O house of Jacob, And all the remnant of Israel, Who are borne from the belly, Who are carried from the womb,

¹⁴ Give to them, Jehovah—what dost Thou give? Give to them miscarrying womb, and dry breasts.

³ And she saith, `Lo, my handmaid Bilhah, go in unto her, and she doth bear on my knees, and I am built up, even I, from her;'

²³ and Joseph looketh on Ephraim's sons of the third generation; sons also of Machir, son of Manasseh, have been born on the knees of Joseph.

¹² For thus said Jehovah: `Lo, I am stretching out to her peace as a river, And as an overflowing stream the honour of nations, And ye have sucked, on the side ye are carried, And on the knees ye are dandled.

⁴ As to thy nativity, in the day thou wast born, Thou—thy navel hath not been cut, And in water thou wast not washed for ease, And thou hast not been salted at all, And thou hast not been swaddled at all. ⁵ No eye hath had pity on thee, to do to thee any of these, To have compassion on thee, And thou art cast on the face of the field, With loathing of thy person. In the day thou hast been born—thou!

⁸ The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes are upon me—and I am not. ⁹ Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up. ¹⁰ He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.

²¹ Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me—and I am not!

²² A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade—and no order, And the shining is as thick darkness.'

¹⁰ And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where is he? ¹¹ Waters have gone away from a sea, And a river becometh waste and dry. ¹² And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.

¹³ If I wait—Sheol is my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

²⁷ Whom I—I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.

¹³ They wear out in good their days, And in a moment to Sheol go down.

²³ This one dieth in his perfect strength, Wholly at ease and quiet.

¹⁰ All that thy hand findeth to do, with thy power do, for there is no work, and device, and knowledge, and wisdom in Sheol whither thou art going.

¹⁰ And David lieth down with his fathers, and is buried in the city of David,

⁴³ and Solomon lieth with his fathers, and is buried in the city of David his father, and reign doth Rehoboam his son in his stead.

¹⁷ Causing counsellors to go away a spoil, And judges He maketh foolish.

²⁸ And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.

²³ For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And to the house appointed for all living.

⁶ Those trusting on their wealth, And in the multitude of their riches, Do shew themselves foolish. ⁷ A brother doth no one at all ransom, He doth not give to God his atonement. ⁸ And precious is the redemption of their soul, And it hath ceased—to the age. ⁹ And still he liveth for ever, He seeth not the pit. ¹⁰ For he seeth wise men die, Together the foolish and brutish perish, And have left to others their wealth.

¹⁴ As sheep for Sheol they have set themselves, Death doth afflict them, And the upright rule over them in the morning, And their form is for consumption. Sheol is a dwelling for him.

⁴⁸ Who is the man that liveth, and doth not see death? He delivereth his soul from the hand of Sheol. Selah.

⁸ There is no man ruling over the spirit to restrain the spirit, and there is no authority over the day of death, and there is no discharge in battle, and wickedness delivereth not its possessors.

⁸ Woe to those joining house to house, Field to field they bring near, till there is no place, And ye have been settled by yourselves In the midst of the land!

¹⁰ All of them answer and say unto thee, Even thou hast become weak like us! Unto us thou hast become like! ¹¹ Brought down to Sheol hath been thine excellency, The noise of thy psaltery, Under thee spread out hath been the worm, Yea, covering thee is the worm. ¹² How hast thou fallen from the heavens, O shining one, son of the dawn! Thou hast been cut down to earth, O weakener of nations. ¹³ And thou saidst in thy heart: the heavens I go up, Above stars of God I raise my throne, And I sit in the mount of meeting in the sides of the north. ¹⁴ I go up above the heights of a thick cloud, I am like to the Most High. ¹⁵ Only—unto Sheol thou art brought down, Unto the sides of the pit. ¹⁶ Thy beholders look to thee, to thee they attend, Is this the man causing the earth to tremble, Shaking kingdoms?

¹² And they have built out of thee the wastes of old, The foundations of many generations thou raisest up, And one calleth thee, `Repairer of the breach, Restorer of paths to rest in.'

²⁰ And I have caused thee to go down, With those going down to the pit, Unto the people of old, And I have caused thee to dwell in the land, The lower parts—in wastes of old, With those going down to the pit, So that thou art not inhabited, And I have given beauty in the land of the living.

¹⁸ Damascus is thy merchant, For the abundance of thy works, Because of the abundance of all wealth, For wine of Helbon, and white wool. ¹⁹ Vedan and Javan go about with thy remnants, They have given shining iron, cassia, and cane, In thy merchandise it hath been. ²⁰ Dedan is thy merchant, For clothes of freedom for riding. ²¹ Arabia, and all princes of Kedar, They are the traders of thy hand, For lambs, and rams, and he-goats, In these thy merchants. ²² Merchants of Sheba and Raamah—they are thy merchants, For the chief of all spices, And for every precious stone, and gold, They have given out thy remnants. ²³ Haran, and Canneh, and Eden, merchants of Sheba, Asshur—Chilmad—are thy merchants, ²⁴ They are thy merchants for perfect things, For wrappings of blue, and embroidery, And for treasuries of rich apparel, With cords bound and girded, for thy merchandise, ²⁵ Ships of Tarshish are thy double walls of thy merchandise, And thou art filled and honoured greatly, In the heart of the seas.
²⁶ Into great waters have they brought thee, Those rowing thee, The east wind hath broken thee in the heart of the seas. ²⁷ Thy wealth and thy remnants, Thy merchandise, thy mariners, And thy pilots, strengtheners of thy breach, And the traders of thy merchandise, And all thy men of war, who are in thee, And in all thine assembly that is in thy midst, Fall into the heart of the seas in the day of thy fall, ²⁸ At the voice of the cry of thy pilots shake do the suburbs. ²⁹ And come down from their ships have all handling an oar, Mariners, all the pilots of the sea, on the land they stand, ³⁰ And have sounded for thee with their voice, And cry bitterly, and cause dust to go up on their heads, In ashes they do roll themselves. ³¹ And they have made for thee baldness, And they have girded on sackcloth, And they have wept for thee, In bitterness of soul—a bitter mourning. ³² And lifted up for thee have their sons a lamentation, And they have lamented over thee, who is as Tyre? As the cut-off one in the midst of the sea?

¹⁸ And Balaam answereth and saith unto the servants of Balak, `If Balak doth give to me the fulness of his house of silver and gold, I am not able to pass over the command of Jehovah my God, to do a little or a great thing;

²⁷ And the king maketh the silver in Jerusalem as stones, and the cedars he hath made as the sycamores that are in the low country, for abundance.

²¹ Pouring contempt upon princes, And the girdle of the mighty He made feeble.

²⁵ And the Mighty hath been thy defence, And silver is strength to thee.

¹⁶ If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing, ¹⁷ He prepareth—and the righteous putteth it on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.

⁷ And its land is full of silver and gold, And there is no end to its treasures, And its land is full of horses, And there is no end to its chariots,

¹⁸ Even their silver, even their gold, Is not able to deliver them in a day of the wrath of Jehovah, And in the fire of His jealousy consumed is the whole land, For only a hastened end doth He make Of all the inhabitants of the land!

³ And Tyre doth build a bulwark to herself, And doth heap silver as dust, And gold as mire of out-places.

³ If a man doth beget a hundred, and live many years, and is great, because they are the days of his years, and his soul is not satisfied from the goodness, and also he hath not had a grave, I have said, `Better than he is the untimely birth.'

⁸ And last of all—as to the untimely birth—he appeared also to me,

¹³ O that in Sheol Thou wouldest conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.

¹⁶ To the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.

⁵ Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me. ⁶ And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest, ⁷ Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah. ⁸ I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.

¹ The righteous hath perished, And there is none laying it to heart, And men of kindness are gathered, Without any considering that from the face of evil Gathered is the righteous one. ² He entereth into peace, they rest on their beds, Each is going straightforward.

²⁸ `And be not afraid of those killing the body, and are not able to kill the soul, but fear rather Him who is able both soul and body to destroy in gehenna.

⁴ `And I say to you, my friends, be not afraid of those killing the body, and after these things are not having anything over to do;

⁶ since it is a righteous thing with God to give back to those troubling you—trouble, ⁷ and to you who are troubled—rest with us in the revelation of the Lord Jesus from heaven, with messengers of his power,

⁹ there doth remain, then, a sabbatic rest to the people of God,

¹¹ May we be diligent, then, to enter into that rest, that no one in the same example of the unbelief may fall,

⁸ for in seeing and hearing, the righteous man, dwelling among them, day by day the righteous soul with unlawful works was harassing.

¹³ And I heard a voice out of the heaven saying to me, `Write: Happy are the dead who in the Lord are dying from this time!' `Yes, (saith the Spirit,) That they may rest from their labours—and their works do follow them!'

⁶ And Pharaoh commandeth, on that day, the exactors among the people and its authorities, saying, ⁷ `Ye do not add to give straw to the people for the making of the bricks, as heretofore—they go and have gathered straw for themselves; ⁸ and the proper quantity of the bricks which they are making heretofore ye do put on them, ye do not diminish from it, for they are remiss, therefore they are crying, saying, Let us go, let us sacrifice to our God;

¹⁵ And the authorities of the sons of Israel come in and cry unto Pharaoh, saying, `Why dost thou thus to thy servants? <sup>16</sup> Straw is not given to thy servants, and they are saying to us, Make bricks, and lo, thy servants are smitten—and thy people hath sinned.' <sup>17</sup> And he saith, `Remiss—ye are remiss, therefore ye are saying, Let us go, let us sacrifice to Jehovah; ¹⁸ and now, go, serve; and straw is not given to you, and the measure of bricks ye do give.' ¹⁹ And the authorities of the sons of Israel see them in affliction, saying, `Ye do not diminish from your bricks; the matter of a day in its day.'

³ and the sons of Israel cry unto Jehovah, for he hath nine hundred chariots of iron, and he hath oppressed the sons of Israel mightily twenty years.

⁷ He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.

³ And it hath come to pass, In the day of Jehovah's giving rest to thee, From thy grief, and from thy trouble, And from the sharp bondage, That hath been served upon thee,
⁴ That thou hast taken up this simile Concerning the king of Babylon, and said, How hath the exactor ceased,

² Both low and high, together rich and needy.

¹⁴ As sheep for Sheol they have set themselves, Death doth afflict them, And the upright rule over them in the morning, And their form is for consumption. Sheol is a dwelling for him.
¹⁵ Only, God doth ransom my soul from the hand of Sheol, For He doth receive me. Selah. ¹⁶ Fear not, when one maketh wealth, When the honour of his house is abundant, ¹⁷ For at his death he receiveth nothing, His honour goeth not down after him. ¹⁸ For his soul in his life he blesseth, (And they praise thee when thou dost well for thyself.) ¹⁹ It cometh to the generation of his fathers, For ever they see not the light. ²⁰ Man in honour, who understandest not, Hath been like the beasts, they have been cut off!

⁵ Also of that which is high they are afraid, And of the low places in the way, And the almond-tree is despised, And the grasshopper is become a burden, And want is increased, For man is going unto his home age-during, And the mourners have gone round through the street.

⁷ And the dust returneth to the earth as it was, And the spirit returneth to God who gave it.

²² `And it came to pass, that the poor man died, and that he was carried away by the messengers to the bosom of Abraham—and the rich man also died, and was buried; ²³ and in the hades having lifted up his eyes, being in torments, he doth see Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom,

²⁷ and as it is laid up to men once to die, and after this—judgment,

¹⁰ And she is bitter in soul, and prayeth unto Jehovah, and weepeth greatly,

²⁷ And she cometh in unto the man of God, unto the hill, and layeth hold on his feet, and Gehazi cometh nigh to thrust her away, and the man of God saith, `Let her alone, for her soul is bitter to her, and Jehovah hath hidden it from me, and hath not declared it to me.'

¹⁶ (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants—they have not seen light.)

⁹ That God would please—and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!

¹⁵ And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones. ¹⁶ I have wasted away—not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days are vanity.

²⁸ He hath ransomed my soul From going over into the pit, And my life on the light looketh.'

³⁰ To bring back his soul from the pit, To be enlightened with the light of the living.

⁶ Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter in soul,

¹⁸ Why is this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!

¹⁵ and if thus Thou art doing to me—slay me, I pray Thee; slay, if I have found grace in thine eyes, and let me not look on mine affliction.'

⁴ and he himself hath gone into the wilderness a day's Journey, and cometh and sitteth under a certain retem-tree, and desireth his soul to die, and saith, `Enough, now, O Jehovah, take my soul, for I am not better than my fathers.'

⁴ If thou dost seek her as silver, And as hid treasures searchest for her,

³ And now, O Jehovah, take, I pray Thee, my soul from me, for better is my death than my life.'

⁸ And it cometh to pass, about the rising of the sun, that God appointeth a cutting east wind, and the sun smiteth on the head of Jonah, and he wrappeth himself up, and asketh his soul to die, and saith, `Better is my death than my life.'

⁶ and in those days shall men seek the death, and they shall not find it, and they shall desire to die, and the death shall flee from them.

¹⁴ Lo, He breaketh down, and it is not built up, He shutteth against a man, And it is not opened.

⁶ Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,

⁸ My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.

¹² Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.

⁸ And Thou hast not shut me up, Into the hand of an enemy, Thou hast caused my feet to stand in a broad place.

⁸ Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up—I go not forth.

²⁷ Why sayest thou, O Jacob? and speakest thou, O Israel? `My way hath been hid from Jehovah, And from my God my judgment passeth over.'

⁷ He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.

⁹ He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.

⁶ Therefore, lo, I am hedging up thy way with thorns, And I have made for her a wall, And her paths she doth not find.

⁷ My soul is refusing to touch! They are as my sickening food.

¹⁹ How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.

²⁰ And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.

¹ To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' —A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring? ² My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

³ When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

⁸ I have been feeble and smitten—unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.

³ My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where is thy God?' ⁴ These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

⁵ Thou hast caused them to eat bread of tears, And causest them to drink With tears a third time.

⁹ Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

¹¹ We make a noise as bears—all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation—it hath been far from us.

⁸ Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.

⁵ and it cometh to pass, when they have gone round the days of the banquet, that Job doth send and sanctify them, and hath risen early in the morning, and caused to ascend burnt-offerings—the number of them all—for Job said, `Perhaps my sons have sinned, yet blessed God in their heart.' Thus doth Job all the days.

¹⁵ He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

²³ For a dread unto me is calamity from God, And because of His excellency I am not able.

¹⁴ And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,

⁹ His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

¹¹ For Thy name's sake O Jehovah, Thou dost quicken me, In Thy righteousness, Thou bringest out from distress my soul,