For Job hath said, `I have been righteous, And God hath turned aside my right,
For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
And thou sayest, `Pure `is' my discourse, And clean I have been in Thine eyes.'
Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.
Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer `is' pure.
Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.
Righteousness I have put on, and it clotheth me, As a robe and a diadem my justice.
And these three men cease from answering Job, for he `is' righteous in his own eyes,
`Pure `am' I, without transgression, Innocent `am' I, and I have no iniquity.
Judgment let us choose for ourselves, Let us know among ourselves what `is' good.
Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again -- my righteousness `is' in it.
Doth God pervert judgment? And doth the Mighty One pervert justice?
Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
Why sayest thou, O Jacob? and speakest thou, O Israel? `My way hath been hid from Jehovah, And from my God my judgment passeth over.'