Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?

He would certainly rebuke you if you secretly showed partiality!

His children are far from safety, and they are crushed at the place where judgment is rendered, nor is there anyone to deliver them.

For calamity, there is derision (according to the ideas of the fortunate) – a fate for those whose feet slip!

There are those who rebel against the light; they do not know its ways and they do not stay on its paths.

“O that my words were written down, O that they were written on a scroll,

A flood will carry off his house, rushing waters on the day of God’s wrath.

that the evil man is spared from the day of his misfortune, that he is delivered from the day of God’s wrath?

If even the moon is not bright, and the stars are not pure as far as he is concerned,

The deep says, ‘It is not with me.’ And the sea says, ‘It is not with me.’

Or a person is chastened by pain on his bed, and with the continual strife of his bones,

The godless at heart nourish anger, they do not cry out even when he binds them.

Listen carefully to my words; let your ears be attentive to my explanation.

“How long will you torment me and crush me with your words?

So Job opens his mouth to no purpose; without knowledge he multiplies words.”

Do not long for the cover of night to drag people away from their homes.

Relent, let there be no falsehood; reconsider, for my righteousness is intact!

But their prosperity is not their own doing. The counsel of the wicked is far from me!

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

Have I not wept for the unfortunate? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?