What then? Are we better? Not at all! For we have previously charged both Jews and Greeks that they are all under sin,

Even as it is written, "There is none righteous, not even one;

There is none who understands, there is none who seeks out God.

All have turned aside; together they have become useless; there is none who does  ¹good; there is not so much as one.

Their throat is an opened grave; with their tongues they practiced deceit; the poison of asps is under their lips;

Whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness.

Swift are their feet to shed blood,

Destruction and misery are in their ways,

And the  ¹way of peace they have not known.

There is no fear of God before their eyes.”

Now we know that whatever things the law says, it speaks to those who are under the law,  ¹that every mouth may be stopped and all the world may fall under the judgment of God;

Because out of the works of the law no flesh shall be justified before Him; for through the law is the clear knowledge of sin.

Behold now the  ¹behemoth, which I made as well as you:
He eats grass like the ox.

Behold now, his strength is in his loins,
And his power is in the muscles of his belly.

He bends his tail like a cedar;
The sinews of his thighs knit together.

His bones are like bronze tubes;
His limbs, like iron bars.

He is the first of God's ways;
Only his Maker can approach him with His sword.

For the mountains yield food for him,
Where every animal of the field plays.

Under the lotus plants he lies down,
In the covert of the reed and the marsh.

The lotus plants cover him with their shade;
The willows of the brook surround him.

Indeed, if a river overflows, he does not tremble;
He is confident, though the Jordan rushes against his mouth.

Will anyone catch him while he is watching,
Or pierce his nose with a snare?

Can you draw out  ¹leviathan with a hook,
Or press down his tongue with a cord?

Can you put a rope in his nose,
Or pierce his jaw with a hook?

Will he make many supplications unto you,
Or speak soft words to you?

Will he make a covenant with you
That you would take him as a servant forever?

Will you play with him as with a bird,
Or bind him for your maidens?

Will the traders bargain over him?
Will they divide him up among merchants?

Can you fill his skin with harpoons,
Or his head with fishing spears?

Lay your hand on him,
And remember the battle — you will never do it again!

Indeed, any hope for him is vain;
Will not one be even cast down at the sight of him?

No one is so fierce as to stir him up;
Who then is he who would stand before Me?

Who has first given to Me that I should repay him?
Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine.

I will not be silent about his limbs
Or about the account of his mighty deeds or about the beauty of his frame.

Who can strip off his outer garment?
Who can go within his double jaws?

Who can open the doors of his face?
Around his teeth is terror.

His pride is his rows of scales,
Shut up as with a tight seal.

One is so near the other
That the air cannot pass between them.

Each is joined to the other;
They stick together and cannot be separated.

His sneezes flash forth light,
And his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.

Out of his mouth go forth flaming torches;
Sparks of fire leap out.

Out of his nostrils comes smoke,
As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.

His breath kindles coals,
And a flame comes from his mouth.

In his neck abides strength,
And terror dances before him.

The folds of his flesh are joined together;
They are firm upon him and immovable.

His heart is as firm as stone,
Indeed as firm as the lower millstone.

At his rising up,  ¹the mighty fear;
They are beside themselves with consternation.

The sword that reaches him cannot avail,
Nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

He considers iron shafts as straw,
And bronze ones as rotted wood.

The arrow does not make him flee;
With him slingstones turn to stubble.

Clubs are considered as stubble;
He laughs at the quivering javelin.

His underparts are like sharp potsherds;
He spreads himself like a  ¹threshing sledge upon the mire.

He makes the deep boil like a cauldron;
He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

Behind him he makes a shining wake;
One would think the deep to be white-haired.

On earth there is none his equal,
Who is made without fear.

He beholds everything that is high;
He is king over all the sons of pride.

Then Job answered Jehovah and said,

I know that You can do all things
And that no purpose of Yours can be restrained.

Who is this who hides counsel without knowledge?
Therefore I have uttered what I did not understand,
Things too wonderful for me, which I did not know.

Hear now, and I will speak;
I will ask of You, and You shall inform me.

I had heard of You by the hearing of the ear,
But now my eye has  ¹seen You;

Therefore I  ¹abhor myself, and I repent
In dust and ashes.

And after Jehovah had spoken these words to Job, Jehovah said to Eliphaz the Temanite, My anger is kindled against you and against your two friends, for you have not spoken concerning Me that which is right, as My servant Job  ¹has.

Now therefore take for yourselves seven bulls and seven rams, and go to My servant Job, and offer them as a burnt offering for yourselves. And My servant Job will pray for you; for I will accept him, so that I do not deal with you according to your folly; for you have not spoken concerning Me that which is right, as My servant Job has.

So  ¹Eliphaz the Temanite and Bildad the Shuhite and Zophar the Naamathite went and did as Jehovah told them; and Jehovah accepted Job.

And Jehovah turned the captivity of Job when he prayed for his friends, and Jehovah gave Job  ¹twice as much as he had before.

And all his brothers and all his sisters and all his previous acquaintances came to him and ate bread with him in his house. And they consoled and comforted him for all the misfortune that Jehovah had brought upon him. And each gave to him a piece of money, and each, a gold ring.

Thus Jehovah blessed Job's latter end more than his beginning; and he had fourteen thousand sheep and six thousand camels and a thousand yoke of oxen and a thousand female donkeys.

And he had seven sons and three daughters.

And he named the first Jemimah, and the second Keziah, and the third Keren-happuch.

And in all the land no women were found as beautiful as the daughters of Job. And their father gave them an inheritance among their brothers.

And after this, Job lived a hundred and forty years; and he saw his children and his grandchildren, even four generations.

And Job died, old and full of days  ¹.