10. Doing great things till there is no searching, And wonderful, till there is no numbering.
11. Lo, He goeth over by me, and I see not, And He passeth on, and I attend not to it.
12. Lo, He snatches away, who bringeth it back? Who saith unto Him, `What dost Thou?'
13. God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.
14. How much less do I--I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him?
15. Whom, though I were righteous, I answer not, For my judgment I make supplication.
16. Though I had called and He answereth me, I do not believe that He giveth ear [to] my voice.
17. Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
18. He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
19. If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment--who doth convene me?
20. If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! --it declareth me perverse.
21. Perfect I am! --I know not my soul, I despise my life.
22. It is the same thing, therefore I said, `The perfect and the wicked He is consuming.'
23. If a scourge doth put to death suddenly, At the trial of the innocent He laugheth.
24. Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not--where, who [is] he?
25. My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
26. They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.
27. Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'