“Therefore, listen to me, you men of understanding. Far be it from God to do wickedness, from the Almighty to do evil.

The eye of him who sees me now will see me no more; your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.

“How often is the lamp of the wicked extinguished? How often does their misfortune come upon them? How often does God apportion pain to them in his anger?

And the eye of the adulterer watches for the twilight, thinking, ‘No eye can see me,’ and covers his face with a mask.

“How long until you make an end of words? You must consider, and then we can talk.

O that I knew where I might find him, that I could come to his place of residence!

“Then I thought, ‘I will die in my own home, my days as numerous as the grains of sand.

He redeemed my life from going down to the place of corruption, and my life sees the light!’

although you know that I am not guilty, and that there is no one who can deliver out of your hand?

For he repays a person for his work, and according to the conduct of a person, he causes the consequences to find him.

When the days of their feasting were finished, Job would send for them and sanctify them; he would get up early in the morning and offer burnt offerings according to the number of them all. For Job thought, “Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.” This was Job’s customary practice.

They are exalted for a little while, and then they are gone, they are brought low like all others, and gathered in, and like a head of grain they are cut off.’

Again the day came when the sons of God came to present themselves before the Lord, and Satan also arrived among them to present himself before the Lord.

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.

If there is an angel beside him, one mediator out of a thousand, to tell a person what constitutes his uprightness;

My brothers have been as treacherous as a seasonal stream, and as the riverbeds of the intermittent streams that flow away.

In a moment they die, in the middle of the night, people are shaken and they pass away. The mighty are removed effortlessly.

He locks the waters in his clouds, and the clouds do not burst with the weight of them.

It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had a head of white hair.

All his days the wicked man suffers torment, throughout the number of the years that are stored up for the tyrant.