Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again -- my righteousness `is' in it.
If I have done wickedly -- wo to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction,
A laughter to his friend I am: `He calleth to God, and He answereth him,' A laughter `is' the perfect righteous one.
Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.
Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
For He hath known the way with me, He hath tried me -- as gold I go forth.
For Job hath said, `I have been righteous, And God hath turned aside my right,
And Job answereth Jehovah and saith: --
Therefore do I loathe `it', And I have repented on dust and ashes.
And ye have turned back and considered, Between the righteous and the wicked, Between the servant of God and him who is not His servant.