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Oh that I had one to hear me! (Lo, here is my signature, let the Almighty answer me); And `that I had' the indictment which mine adversary hath written!

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

Now Elihu had waited to speak unto Job, because they were elder than he.

If I have seen any perish for want of clothing, Or that the needy had no covering;

Job 32

Behold, I waited for your words, I listened for your reasonings, Whilst ye searched out what to say.

Surely I would carry it upon my shoulder; I would bind it unto me as a crown:

If I have made gold my hope, And have said to the fine gold, `Thou art' my confidence;

If my heart hath been enticed unto a woman, And I have laid wait at my neighbor's door;

Let thistles grow instead of wheat, And cockle instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.

Yea, I attended unto you, And, behold, there was none that convinced Job, Or that answered his words, among you.

If like Adam I have covered my transgressions, By hiding mine iniquity in my bosom,

When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.

My skin is black, `and falleth' from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.

Doth not he see my ways, And number all my steps?

My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.

Therefore is my harp `turned' to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.

I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.

Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride `upon it'; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.

For what is the portion from God above, And the heritage from the Almighty on high?

And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

By `God's' great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

I made a covenant with mine eyes; How then should I look upon a virgin?

Then let me sow, and let another eat; Yea, let the produce of my field be rooted out.

I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

(Let me be weighed in an even balance, That God may know mine integrity);