Character: Job

A man born of a woman is short-lived and full of sorrows. Who is born pure from the impure? No one. If his days are determined, and the number of his months is with you, if you set a limit for him, which he will not pass, then turn away from him; let him rest until he has finished his day like a hired hand.

He has wisdom and strength; His advice and wisdom. What He destroys, it will not be built up; whoever he locks up will not be released.

He destroys both the blameless and the guilty. The land is given into the hands of the wicked; He covers the faces of her judges. If not He, then who?

Is not the time fixed for man on earth, and are not his days the same as the days of a hireling?

Shall we accept the good from God, and shall we not accept the evil?

My bones ache in me at night, and my veins have no rest.

And he said to the man: Behold, the fear of the Lord is true wisdom, and removal from evil is reason.

Even now my speech is bitter: my sufferings are heavier than my groans.

If I really have sinned, then my error remains with me.

She will descend into the underworld and rest with me in the dust.

My days are gone; my thoughts - the property of my heart - are broken.

so a person will lie down and not become; until the end of heaven, he will not awaken and rise from his sleep.

like a flower, it comes out and falls; runs away like a shadow and does not stop.

Oh, if only you were silent! that would be imputed to you in wisdom.