It makes the deep boil like a cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment,

I am a laughingstock to my friends, I, who called on God and whom he answered – a righteous and blameless man is a laughingstock!

A rope is hidden for him on the ground and a trap for him lies on the path.

Who carves out a channel for the heavy rains, and a path for the rumble of thunder,

Can you play with it, like a bird, or tie it on a leash for your girls?

It wraps its roots around a heap of stones and it looks for a place among stones.

For he has been thrown into a net by his feet and he wanders into a mesh.

My guests and my servant girls consider me a stranger; I am a foreigner in their eyes.

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

defiantly charging against him with a thick, strong shield!

A club is counted as a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance.

But as a mountain falls away and crumbles, and as a rock will be removed from its place,

How then can a human being be righteous before God? How can one born of a woman be pure?

Get ready for a difficult task like a man; I will question you and you will inform me!

“Get ready for a difficult task like a man. I will question you and you will inform me!

a trembling gripped me – and a terror! – and made all my bones shake.

Like a dream he flies away, never again to be found, and like a vision of the night he is put to flight.

to turn a person from his sin, and to cover a person’s pride.

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

Are your days like the days of a mortal, or your years like the years of a mortal,