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And sendeth waters upon the fields;

¹¹So that He setteth up on high those that are low,

And those that mourn are exalted to safety.

¹²He frustrateth the devices of the crafty,

So that their hands can perform nothing substantial.

¹³He taketh the wise in their own craftiness;

And the counsel of the wily is carried headlong.

¹⁴They meet with darkness in the day-time,

And grope at noonday as in the night. ¹⁵But He saveth from the sword of their mouth,

Even the needy from the hand of the mighty.

¹⁶So the poor hath hope,

And iniquity stoppeth her mouth.

 

¹⁷Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth;

Therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty.

¹⁸For He maketh sore, and bindeth up;

He woundeth, and His hands make whole.

¹⁹He will deliver thee in six troubles;

Yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee.

²⁰In famine He will redeem thee from death;

And in war from the power of the sword.

²¹Thou shalt be hid from the scourge of the tongue;

Neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh.

²²At destruction and famine thou shalt laugh;

Neither shalt thou be afraid of the beasts of the earth.

²³For thou shalt be in league with the stones of the field;

And the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee.

²⁴And thou shalt know that thy tent is in peace;

And thou shalt visit thy habitation, and shalt miss nothing.

²⁵Thou shalt know also that thy seed shall be great,

And thine offspring as the grass of the earth.

²⁶Thou shalt come to thy grave in a ripe age,

Like as a shock of corn cometh in in its season.

²⁷Lo this, we have searched it,

So it is; hear it, and know thou it for thy good.

6 Then Job answered and said:

²Oh that my vexation were but weighed,

And my calamity laid in the balances altogether!

³For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; t

Herefore are my words broken.

⁴For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,

The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up;

The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

⁵Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass?

Or loweth the ox over his fodder?

⁶Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt?

Or is there any taste in the juice of mallows?

⁷My soul refuseth to touch them;

They are as the sickness of my flesh.

 

⁸Oh that I might have my request,

And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!

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