### Young's Literal Translation

Job 8

## The Book of Job

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| # Chapter 9
| And Job answereth and saith: --
| Truly I have known that [it is] so, And what -- is man righteous with God?
| If he delight to strive with Him -- He doth not answer him one of a thousand.
| Wise in heart and strong in power -- Who hath hardened toward Him and is at peace?
| Who is removing mountains, And they have not known, Who hath overturned them in His anger.
| Who is shaking earth from its place, And its pillars move themselves.
| Who is speaking to the sun, and it riseth not, And the stars He sealeth up.
| Stretching out the heavens by Himself, And treading on the heights of the sea,
| Making Osh, Kesil, and Kimah, And the inner chambers of the south.
| Doing great things till there is no searching, And wonderful, till there is no numbering.
| Lo, He goeth over by me, and I see not, And He passeth on, and I attend not to it.
| Lo, He snatches away, who bringeth it back? Who saith unto Him, 'What dost Thou?'
| God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.
| How much less do I -- I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him?
| Whom, though I were righteous, I answer not, For my judgment I make supplication.
| Though I had called and He answereth me, I do not believe that He giveth ear [to] my voice.
| Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
| He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
| If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?
| If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! -- it declareth me perverse.
| Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life.
| It is the same thing, therefore I said, 'The perfect and the wicked He is consuming.'
| If a scourge doth put to death suddenly, At the trial of the innocent He laugheth.
| Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who [is] he?
| My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
| They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.
| Though I say, 'I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
| I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.
| I -- I am become wicked; why [is] this? [In] vain I labour.
| If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands,
| Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
| But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment.
| If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand on us both.
| He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,
| I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with myself.

Job 10

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