And his eye seeth every precious thing. He bindeth the floods from overflowing; And the thing that is hid bringeth he forth to light. But where shall wisdom be found? And where is the place of understanding? Man knoweth not the price thereof; And the sea saith, It is not with me. Neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof. And the exchange of it shall not be for jewels of fine gold. No mention shall be made of coral, or of pearls: And where is the place of understanding? We have heard the fame thereof with our ears. And he knoweth the place thereof. For he looketh to the ends of the earth, He prepared it, yea, and searched it out. And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; And to depart from evil is understanding. Moreover Job continued his parable, and said, As in the days when God preserved me; And when by his light I walked through darkness; When the secret of God was upon my tabernacle; The young men saw me, and hid themselves: And the aged arose, and stood up. The princes refrained talking, And laid their hand on their mouth. The nobles held their peace, And their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth. When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; And when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, And the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: And I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy. I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame. And the cause which I knew not I searched out. And plucked the spoil out of his teeth. And I shall multiply my days as the sand. And my bow was renewed in my hand. Unto me men gave ear, And waited, and kept silence at my counsel. After my words they spake not again; And they waited for me as for the rain; And they opened their mouth wide as for the latter rain. If I laughed on them, they believed it not; And the light of my countenance they cast not down. I chose out their way, and sat chief, And dwelt as a king in the army, As one that comforteth the mourners. But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock. Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, In whom old age was perished? For want and famine they were solitary; Fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste. Who cut up mallows by the bushes, And juniper roots for their meat. They were driven forth from among men, Under the nettles they were gathered together. They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: They were viler than the earth. And now am I their song, Yea, I am their byword. They abhor me, they flee far from me, Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, And they raise up against me the ways of their destruction. They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper. They came upon me as a wide breaking in of wa ters: In the desolation they rolled themselves upon me. Terrors are turned upon me: They pursue my soul as the wind: And my welfare passeth away as a cloud. And now my soul is poured out upon me; The days of affliction have taken hold upon me. My bones are pierced in me in the night season: And my sinews take no rest. great force of my the changed: |