And undertaking, says Job:
For how weary will you make the my soul, and demolish me with words?
You speak ill of me; not being ashamed by me, you press upon me.
Yes, indeed, in truth I was misled, in me; and lodges delusion, to speak a word which must not be said; the but my words mislead, and are not in time.
But alas, for against me you magnify yourselves, and you assail me in scorn.
Know then, that the lord is the one disturbing; fortress and his against me he raised up high.
Behold, I laugh at scorn, and I shall not speak; I shall have cried out, and not at all is there judgment.
Round about I have been enclosed, and in no way shall I pass over; upon my face darkness he put.
And the glory of mine from me he took off, and removed the crown from my head.
He pulled me apart round about, and I am set out; and he cut down as if a tree the my hope.
Awfully and me in anger he treated, and he led me as if an enemy.
And with one accord came his marauders against me; in my ways encircled me ones lying in wait.
From me my brothers left; they know strangers rather than me; friends and my unmerciful have become.
Not pretend me the near me, and the ones knowing my name forgot me.
As for the neighbors of the house, female attendants and also my, I was foreign before them.
Attendant my I called, and he obeyed not; mouth and my beseeched him.
And I entreated my wife; and I called flattering the sons of my concubines.
But they into the eon undid me; whenever I rise up, against me they speak.
Abhorred me the ones knowing me; whom indeed I had loved, rose up against me.
In my skin festers my flesh; and the things and of my bones in teeth are held.
Show mercy on me, show mercy on me, O friends! the hand for of the lord is touching me it is.
And why do you pursue me as also the lord, with and my flesh you are not filled up?
For what that might be given to be written my words, and to put them in a scroll for the eon;
Written with a stylus of iron and on lead, or on a rock being engraved.
For I know that everlasting is the one to enfeeble me being about upon the earth.
To raise up my skin the being fatigued by these things. For by the lord these things was exhausted on me.
Which I myself am conscious of, which my eye has seen, and not another; but all on me has been exhausted in my bosom.
But if even you shall say, What shall we say before him, and the root of the matter so find in him?
Venerate even to yourselves from a covering! For rage upon the lawless ones shall come, and then they shall know where is their the material.