So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.

Can anyone teach God knowledge, since he judges those that are on high?

And when he is carried to the tombs, and watch is kept over the funeral mound,

But it was he who filled their houses with good things – yet the counsel of the wicked was far from me.

But he is unchangeable, and who can change him? Whatever he has desired, he does.

God understands the way to it, and he alone knows its place.

For I would have committed a shameful act, an iniquity to be judged.

Job took a shard of broken pottery to scrape himself with while he was sitting among the ashes.

No one denounces his conduct to his face; no one repays him for what he has done.

The clouds go round in circles, wheeling about according to his plans, to carry out all that he commands them over the face of the whole inhabited world.

But if God is quiet, who can condemn him? If he hides his face, then who can see him? Yet he is over the individual and the nation alike,