who rejoice even to jubilation, and are exultant when they find the grave?

You will come to your grave in a full age, As stacks of grain are harvested in their season.

Look at me and be appalled; put your hands over your mouths.

My roots reach the water, and the dew lies on my branches all night long.

For the calamity from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his majesty I was powerless.

Job has not directed his words to me, and so I will not reply to him with your arguments.

He does not expect to escape from darkness; he is marked for the sword;

After the Lord had spoken these things to Job, he said to Eliphaz the Temanite, “My anger is stirred up against you and your two friends, because you have not spoken about me what is right, as my servant Job has.

So now take seven bulls and seven rams and go to my servant Job and offer a burnt offering for yourselves. And my servant Job will intercede for you, and I will respect him, so that I do not deal with you according to your folly, because you have not spoken about me what is right, as my servant Job has.”