Chapter 4

  And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: --  

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  Hath one tried a word with thee? -- Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able?  

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  Lo, thou hast instructed many, And feeble hands thou makest strong.  

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  The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen.  

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  But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.  

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  Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?  

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  Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off?  

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  As I have seen -- ploughers of iniquity, And sowers of misery, reap it!  

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  From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.  

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  The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.  

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  An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate.  

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  And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth mine ear a little of it.  

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  In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,  

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  Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.  

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  And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;  

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  It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude [is] over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear:  

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  'Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?  

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  Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.'  

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  Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation [is] in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)  

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  From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.  

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  Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!  

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