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

Tell us what we should say to him. We cannot prepare a case because of the darkness.

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

Then his wife said to him, “Are you still holding firmly to your integrity? Curse God, and die!”

If he passes by me, I cannot see him, if he goes by, I cannot perceive him.

Even if he slays me, I will hope in him; I will surely defend my ways to his face!

I was in peace, and he has shattered me. He has seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;

His memory perishes from the earth, he has no name in the land.

He has neither children nor descendants among his people, no survivor in those places he once stayed.

If you say, ‘How we will pursue him, since the root of the trouble is found in him!’

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

The clods of the torrent valley are sweet to him; behind him everybody follows in procession, and before him goes a countless throng.

Like wild donkeys in the desert they go out to their labor, seeking diligently for food; the wasteland provides food for them and for their children.

If you sin, how does it affect God? If your transgressions are many, what does it do to him?

If you are righteous, what do you give to God, or what does he receive from your hand?

How much less, then, when you say that you do not perceive him, that the case is before him and you are waiting for him!

Should he be informed that I want to speak? If a man speaks, surely he would be swallowed up!

For the hills bring it food, where all the wild animals play.

I will not keep silent about its limbs, and the extent of its might, and the grace of its arrangement.

Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones become like chaff to it.