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