Will you show him partiality? Will you argue the case for God?

Bear with me and I will speak, and after I have spoken you may mock.

They sing to the accompaniment of tambourine and harp, and make merry to the sound of the flute.

And Job took up his discourse again:

The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.

Then Job continued his speech:

You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it; you toss me about in the storm.

With my knowledge I will speak comprehensively, and to my Creator I will ascribe righteousness.

But when they gazed intently from a distance but did not recognize him, they began to weep loudly. Each of them tore his robes, and they threw dust into the air over their heads.

“Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!

If I say, “My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,”

He would certainly rebuke you if you secretly showed partiality!

Why do I put myself in peril, and take my life in my hands?

Although you were a powerful man, owning land, an honored man living on it,

They go about naked, without clothing, and go hungry while they carry the sheaves.

Surely I would wear it proudly on my shoulder, I would bind it on me like a crown;

for I do not know how to give honorary titles, if I did, my Creator would quickly do away with me.

“Has anyone said to God, ‘I have endured chastisement, but I will not act wrongly any more.

If I am guilty, woe to me, and if I am innocent, I cannot lift my head; I am full of shame, and satiated with my affliction.

For then you will lift up your face without blemish; you will be securely established and will not fear.