“I smiled on them when they did not believe, And the light of my face they did not cast down.
“I chose a way for them and sat as chief, And dwelt as a king among the troops, As one who comforted the mourners.
“But now those younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
“Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them.
“From want and famine they are gaunt Who gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,
Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.
“They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief,
So that they dwell in dreadful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
“Among the bushes they cry out; Under the nettles they are gathered together.
“Fools, even those without a name, They were scourged from the land.
“Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off the bridle before me.
“On the right hand their brood arises; They thrust aside my feet and build up against me their ways of destruction.
“As through a wide breach they come, Amid the tempest they roll on.
“Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
“By a great force my garment is distorted; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
“He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
“You have become cruel to me; With the might of Your hand You persecute me.
“You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride; And You dissolve me in a storm.
“For I know that You will bring me to death And to the house of meeting for all living.
“Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
“I go about mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
“Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.
“And what is the portion of God from above Or the heritage of the Almighty from on high?
“Is it not calamity to the unjust And disaster to those who work iniquity?
“If my step has turned from the way, Or my heart followed my eyes, Or if any spot has stuck to my hands,
“If I have despised the claim of my male or female slaves When they filed a complaint against me,
“Did not He who made me in the womb make him, And the same one fashion us in the womb?
“If I have kept the poor from their desire, Or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,
Or have eaten my morsel alone, And the orphan has not shared it
If I have seen anyone perish for lack of clothing, Or that the needy had no covering,
If his loins have not thanked me, And if he has not been warmed with the fleece of my sheep,
If I have lifted up my hand against the orphan, Because I saw I had support in the gate,
Let my shoulder fall from the socket, And my arm be broken off at the elbow.
If I have looked at the sun when it shone Or the moon going in splendor,
“Have I rejoiced at the extinction of my enemy, Or exulted when evil befell him?
“Have the men of my tent not said, ‘Who can find one who has not been satisfied with his meat’?
“The alien has not lodged outside, For I have opened my doors to the traveler.
Because I feared the great multitude, And the contempt of families terrified me, And kept silent and did not go out of doors?
“Oh that I had one to hear me! Behold, here is my signature; Let the Almighty answer me! And the indictment which my adversary has written,
“I would declare to Him the number of my steps; Like a prince I would approach Him.
Let briars grow instead of wheat, And stinkweed instead of barley.” The words of Job are ended.
But the anger of Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram burned; against Job his anger burned because he justified himself before God.
And when Elihu saw that there was no answer in the mouth of the three men his anger burned.
So Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite spoke out and said, “I am young in years and you are old; Therefore I was shy and afraid to tell you what I think.
“But it is a spirit in man, And the breath of the Almighty gives them understanding.
“The abundant in years may not be wise, Nor may elders understand justice.
“For I am full of words; The spirit within me constrains me.
“My words are from the uprightness of my heart, And my lips speak knowledge sincerely.
“The Spirit of God has made me, And the breath of the Almighty gives me life.
“Behold, I belong to God like you; I too have been formed out of the clay.
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