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His survivors will be buried because of the plague,And their widows will not be able to weep.

He has built his house like the moth,Or as a hut which the watchman has made.

He lies down rich, but never again;He opens his eyes, and it is no longer.

The east wind carries him away, and he goes,And it whirls him away from his place.

Men will clap their hands at himAnd will hiss him from his place.

He sends his hand forth to the flint;He overturns the mountains at the base.

He breaks out channels through the rocks,And his eye sees anything precious.

And Job continued to lift up his discourse and said,

When His lamp shone over my head,And by His light I walked through darkness,

I broke the fangs of the unjustAnd snatched the prey from his teeth.

Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me,They have thrust aside their bridle before me.

"Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,Or, in his upheaval, is there a cry for help because of them?

If his loins have not blessed me,And if he has not been warmed with the fleece of my sheep,

For disaster from God is a dread to me,And because of His exaltedness I can do nothing.

But I have not given over my mouth to sinBy asking for his life in a curse—

If the men of my tent have not said,‘Who can find one who has not been satisfied with his meat'—

Then these three men ceased answering Job because he was righteous in his own eyes.

But the anger of Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram, burned; against Job his anger burned because he was proving himself righteous before God.

And his anger burned against his three friends because they had found no answer, and yet had condemned Job.

Now Elihu had waited with his words for Job because they were years older than he.