Job 4 — YLT

4Verse 1And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: —^{Verse 2}Hath one tried a word with thee? — Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able?^{Verse 3}Lo, thou hast instructed many, And feeble hands thou makest strong.^{Verse 4}The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen.^{Verse 5}But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.^{Verse 6}Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope — the perfection of thy ways?^{Verse 7}Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off?^{Verse 8}As I have seen — ploughers of iniquity, And sowers of misery, reap it!^{Verse 9}From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.^{Verse 10}The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.^{Verse 11}An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate.^{Verse 12}And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth mine ear a little of it.^{Verse 13}In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,^{Verse 14}Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.^{Verse 15}And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;^{Verse 16}It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude [is] over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear:^{Verse 17}'Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?^{Verse 18}Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.'^{Verse 19}Also — the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation [is] in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)^{Verse 20}From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.^{Verse 21}Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!