| 1 | And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: -- |
| 2 | Hath one tried a word with thee?—Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able? |
| 3 | Lo, thou hast instructed many, And feeble hands thou makest strong. |
| 4 | The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen. |
| 5 | But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled. |
| 6 | Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope—the perfection of thy ways? |
| 7 | Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off? |
| 8 | As I have seen—ploughers of iniquity, And sowers of misery, reap it! |
| 9 | From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed. |
| 10 | The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken. |
| 11 | An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate. |
| 12 | And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth mine ear a little of it. |
| 13 | In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men, |
| 14 | Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear. |
| 15 | And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh; |
| 16 | It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude [is] over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear: |
| 17 | 'Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner? |
| 18 | Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.' |
| 19 | Also—the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation [is] in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.) |
| 20 | From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish. |
| 21 | Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom! |