| Chapter 9 |
1 | And Job answereth and saith: -- |
2 | Truly I have known that [it is] so, And what -- is man righteous with God? |
3 | If he delight to strive with Him -- He doth not answer him one of a thousand. |
4 | Wise in heart and strong in power -- Who hath hardened toward Him and is at peace? |
5 | Who is removing mountains, And they have not known, Who hath overturned them in His anger. |
6 | Who is shaking earth from its place, And its pillars move themselves. |
7 | Who is speaking to the sun, and it riseth not, And the stars He sealeth up. |
8 | Stretching out the heavens by Himself, And treading on the heights of the sea, |
9 | Making Osh, Kesil, and Kimah, And the inner chambers of the south. |
10 | Doing great things till there is no searching, And wonderful, till there is no numbering. |
11 | Lo, He goeth over by me, and I see not, And He passeth on, and I attend not to it. |
12 | Lo, He snatches away, who bringeth it back? Who saith unto Him, 'What dost Thou?' |
13 | God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers. |
14 | How much less do I -- I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him? |
15 | Whom, though I were righteous, I answer not, For my judgment I make supplication. |
16 | Though I had called and He answereth me, I do not believe that He giveth ear [to] my voice. |
17 | Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought. |
18 | He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things. |
19 | If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me? |
20 | If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! -- it declareth me perverse. |
21 | Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life. |
22 | It is the same thing, therefore I said, 'The perfect and the wicked He is consuming.' |
23 | If a scourge doth put to death suddenly, At the trial of the innocent He laugheth. |
24 | Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who [is] he? |
25 | My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good, |
26 | They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food. |
27 | Though I say, 'I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!' |
28 | I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me. |
29 | I -- I am become wicked; why [is] this? [In] vain I labour. |
30 | If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands, |
31 | Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me. |
32 | But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment. |
33 | If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand on us both. |
34 | He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid, |
35 | I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with myself. |