Job 4:12–5:7

¹²And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth mine ear a little of it. ¹³In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men, ¹⁴Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear. ¹⁵And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh; ¹⁶It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude is over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear: ¹⁷‘Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner? ¹⁸Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.’ ¹⁹Also—the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation is in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.) ²⁰From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish. ²¹Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!

Chapter 5

¹Pray, call, is there any to answer thee? And unto which of the holy ones dost thou turn? ²For provocation slayeth the perverse, And envy putteth to death the simple, ³I—I have seen the perverse taking root, And I mark his habitation straightway, ⁴Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer. ⁵Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.

⁶For sorrow cometh not forth from the dust, Nor from the ground springeth up misery. ⁷For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.