And when it was decided that  ¹we should sail to Italy, they delivered Paul and some other prisoners to a centurion named Julius of the  ²Augustan  ³cohort.

And going on board an Adramyttian ship which was about to sail to places along the coast of Asia, we  ¹put out to sea, Aristarchus, a Macedonian of Thessalonica, being with us.

And on the next day we landed at Sidon; and Julius, treating Paul kindly, allowed him to go to his friends to receive care.

And from there we put out to sea and sailed under the shelter of Cyprus because the winds were contrary.

And having sailed across the open sea which lies off Cilicia and Pamphylia, we came down to Myra of Lycia.

And there the centurion found an Alexandrian ship sailing for Italy, and he put us onto it.

And when we had sailed slowly for a considerable number of days and came with difficulty off Cnidus, the wind not permitting us to go on, we sailed under the shelter of Crete, off Salmone.

And coasting along it with difficulty, we came to a certain place called Fair Havens, near which was the city of Lasea.

And when considerable time had passed and the voyage was now dangerous, and also because the  ¹Fast had already gone by, Paul advised them,

Saying to them,  ¹Men, I perceive that the voyage is to be with damage and much loss, not only of the cargo and the ship, but also of our lives.

But the centurion was persuaded by the navigator and the ship's owner rather than by the things that were being said by Paul.

And as the harbor was not suitable for wintering, the majority gave counsel to put out to sea from there, if somehow they might be able to reach Phoenix, a harbor of Crete  ¹facing northeast and southeast, and spend the winter there.

And when a south wind blew gently, supposing that they had obtained their purpose, they weighed anchor and sailed along Crete close inshore.

But not long afterward there beat down from  ¹the island a hurricane wind called  ²Euraquilo.

And when the ship was caught by it and was not able to face the wind, we gave way to it and were driven along.

And running under the shelter of a certain little island called Clauda, we were hardly able to  ¹get control of the small boat.

And when they had hoisted it up, they  ¹used supports to undergird the ship. And because they feared that they might run aground on  ²Syrtis, they  ³lowered the gear and so were driven along.

The next day, as we were being violently storm-tossed, they began to jettison the cargo;

And on the third day they threw the ship's  ¹gear overboard, even with their own hands.

And when neither sun nor stars appeared for many days, and while no small storm was assailing us, from then on all hope that we might be saved was being abandoned.

And when they had been a long time without food, Paul then stood in their midst and said, O  ¹men, you  ²should have listened to me and not set sail from Crete and gained this damage and loss.

And now I advise you to cheer up, for there will be no loss of life among you, but only of the ship.

For this very night an angel of the God whose I am and whom I  ¹serve stood by me,

Saying, Do not fear, Paul; you must  ¹stand before Caesar. And behold, God has granted you all those who are sailing with you.

Therefore, cheer up,  ¹men, for I believe God that it shall be so, even in the way in which it has been spoken to me.

But we must run aground on a certain island.

Then Bildad the Shuhite answered and said,

How long will you hunt for words?
Consider, and afterward we will speak.

Why are we considered to be like beasts
And have become unclean in your eyes?

You who tear yourself in your anger,
Will the earth be forsaken for your sake,
Or will the rock be removed from its place?

Indeed the light of the wicked goes out,
And the flame of his fire does not shine.

The light is darkness in his tent,
And his lamp above him goes out.

The steps of his strength are confined,
And his counsel has cast him down.

For he has been cast into a net by his own feet,
And he walks about on the webbing of a pitfall.

A snare grabs him by the heel;
A trap lays hold on him.

A rope is hidden for him on the ground,
And a trap for him, on the path.

Terrors frighten him all around
And chase him at his heels.

His strength is famished,
And calamity is prepared at his side.

It devours the members of his body;
The firstborn of death devours his members.

He is rooted out of his tent, in which he trusts;
And he is made to march to the king of terrors.

That which is not his dwells in his tent;
Brimstone is scattered upon his habitation.

Beneath, his roots are dried up;
And above, his branch is withered.

The memory of him perishes from the earth,
And he has no name on the open plain.

He is thrust out from the light to the darkness
And driven from the world.

He has no posterity and no progeny among his people,
And there are none remaining where he sojourned.

Those who come after will be astonished at his day,
As those who went before were horrified.

Surely these are the dwellings of the unjust,
And this is the place of him who does not know God.

Then Job answered and said,

How long will you grieve my soul
And crush me with your words?

These ten times you have reproached me;
You are not ashamed to deal wrongly with me.

And be it that I have erred,
My error remains with me.

If you indeed magnify yourselves against me
And use my reproach in argument against me,

Know then that God has  ¹subverted my cause
And compassed me about with His net.

Indeed, I cry out, Violence! and I am not answered;
I call for help, and there is no justice.

He has walled up my way so that I cannot pass;
And He has put darkness upon my paths.

He has stripped my  ¹glory from me
And taken away the  ¹crown on my head.

He has broken me all around, and I am gone;
And my  ¹hope is plucked up like a tree.

He has also kindled His  ¹anger against me,
And in Himself He considers me as His adversary.

His troops come together
And cast up their highway against me
And encamp all around my tent.

He has removed my brothers far from me,
And those who know me are wholly estranged from me.

My relatives have failed me,
And my acquaintances have forgotten me.

Those who sojourn in my house and my maids consider me as a stranger;
I am a foreigner in their eyes.

To my servant I call out, but he does not answer;
I entreat him with my mouth.

My breath is strange to my wife;
And  ¹my supplications, to the children of my mother's womb.

Even little children despise me:
I arise and they speak against me.

All the men whom I take counsel with abhor me,
And those whom I love have turned against me.

My bones cleave to my skin and to my flesh,
And I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

Pity me, pity me, O my friends;
For the hand of God has touched me.

Why do you persecute me as God does
And are not satisfied with eating my flesh?

Oh, that my words were now written!
Oh, that they were inscribed in a book!

That with an iron pen and with lead
They were engraved in rock forever!

But I know that my  ¹Redeemer lives,
And at the last He will stand upon the earth;

And after this body of mine is destroyed,
Outside my flesh I will look on God,

Whom I, even I, will look on for myself,
And my eyes will see; I, and no other.
My inward parts that long for God are consumed within me.

If you say, How will we persecute him?
For the root of the matter is found in him;

Be fearful of the sword,
For wrath brings the punishment of the sword,
That you may know that there is a judgment.

Then Zophar the Naamathite answered and said,

Because of this, my disquieting thoughts answer me;
And hence my haste is in me.

I hear the reproof that humiliates me,
And the spirit of my understanding answers me.

Do you not know this from of old,
Since man was set upon the earth,

That the joyous shouting of the wicked is short,
And the rejoicing of the profane is but for a moment?

Though his arrogance goes up to heaven,
And his head touches the clouds;

Like his own dung he perishes forever;
Those who have seen him say, Where is he?

Like a dream he flies away and is not found;
Indeed he is chased away like a vision of the night.

The eye looks on him then sees him no more,
Nor does his place observe him anymore.

His children seek the favor of the poor,
And his hands return his wealth.

His bones are full of youthful vigor,
Yet  ¹it lies down with him in the dust.

Though wickedness is sweet in his mouth,
Though he hides it under his tongue,

Though he favors it and will not forsake it,
But holds it in his mouth;

His food in his bowels is changed;
It is the venom of asps within him.

He swallows down riches and vomits them up;
God casts them forth from his stomach.

He sucks the poison of asps;
The tongue of the viper slays him.

He will not look on the rivers,
The streams flowing with honey and butter.

He will return what he toiled for and will not swallow it down;
And he will not rejoice according to the wealth of his trading.

For he has oppressed and abandoned the poor;
He has violently seized a house that he did not build.

Because he knew no respite in his craving,
Of that which he desired he will save nothing.

There will be nothing left of what he has devoured;
Thus his prosperity will not endure.

In the fullness of his sufficiency he will be distressed;
The hand of everyone in trouble will come against him.

In order to fill his belly,
 ¹God will send the burning fierceness of His wrath on him
And will rain it upon him as his food.

He will flee from the iron weapon,
But the bronze bow will strike him through.

He draws the arrow out, and it comes out of his body;
Indeed the glittering point goes forth from his gall.
Terrors come upon him.

Total darkness is laid up as his treasures;
A fire not fanned by man will devour him;
It will feed on what is left in his tent.

The heavens will reveal his iniquity,
And the earth will rise up against him.

The increase of his house will depart
As things swept away in the day of His wrath.

This is the wicked man's portion from God
And the inheritance decreed to him by God.