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For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.

(For with sons of the field [is] thy covenant, And the beast of the field Hath been at peace with thee.)

Lo, this -- we searched it out -- it [is] right, hearken; And thou, know for thyself!

For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.

For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!

Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travellers of Sheba hoped for them.

Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me?

For reproof -- do you reckon words? And for wind -- sayings of the desperate.

I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days [are] vanity.

I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?

Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!

If pure and upright thou [art], Surely now He waketh for thee, And hath completed The habitation of thy righteousness.

For, ask I pray thee of a former generation, And prepare to a search of their fathers,

(For of yesterday we [are], and we know not, For a shadow [are] our days on earth.)

By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.

Whom, though I were righteous, I answer not, For my judgment I make supplication.

Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.

Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?

That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?

For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.