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¹ So these three men ceased to respond to Job, because, he, was righteous in their eyes.² Then was kindled the anger of Elihu, son of Barachel the Buzite of the family of Ram, - against Job, was kindled his anger, because he justified his own soul rather than God;³ and, against his three friends, was kindled his anger, - because that they found not a response, and condemned God.⁴ But, Elihu, had waited for Job with words, because the others were older than he.⁵ Howbeit, when Elihu saw that there was no response in the mouth of the three men, then was kindled his anger.

⁶ So then Elihu, son of Barachel, the Buzite, responded and said: - Young, am I, whereas, ye, are aged, For this cause, I faltered, and feared - to shew my knowledge unto you:⁷ I said, Days, should speak, - and, the multitude of years, should make known wisdom.⁸ Yet surely, there is a spirit in men, and, the inspiration of the Almighty, giveth them understanding;⁹ Great men, may not be wise, nor, elders, understand justice.¹⁰ Therefore, I said, Hearken unto me, I will show my knowledge - even I.¹¹ Lo! I waited for your words, I kept giving ear for your reasons, until ye should search out what to say;¹² Yea, unto you, gave I diligent heed, - But lo! there was, for Job, nothing to convince, nor could you of you answer his speeches.¹³ Lest ye should say, We have found out wisdom. GOD, must put him to flight, not man.¹⁴ Since he directed not to me discourse, therefore, with your speeches, will I not reply to him.

¹⁵ They were dismayed, they responded no more, they suffered speech to forsake them;¹⁶ Though I waited, yet could they not speak, Surely they came to a stand, they responded no more.¹⁷ I will respond, even I - on my part, I will shew my knowledge, even I!¹⁸ For I am full of discourse, The spirit in my bosom, presseth me on.¹⁹ Lo! my bosom, is like wine not opened, Like new wine-skins, it will burst.²⁰ I will speak, that I may freely breathe, I will open my lips and respond.²¹ Let me be partial to no man, and, unto no son of earth, give flattering titles,²² Surely I know not how to give flattering titles, How soon might my Maker take me away!