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There was in that country a man
named Job, simple and upright
and God-fearing,
whom Satan asked to tempt:
and power was given him by
the Lord over his possessions,
and over his
flesh:
he destroyed all his goods,
and his children,
and wounded his flesh with a
grievous sore.
If only my sins,
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If only my sins,
for which I have merited wrath,
could be weighed in the
balance:
the calamity I suffer would
appear greater.
Where is my strength
that I might hold out,
or my end, that I
might act
patiently? (repeated)
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Is my strength that of stone,
or is my flesh made of bronze?
(repeated)
For my eye will never
return to see good things.
(repeated)
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