So Elihu son of Barakel the Buzite spoke up: 1 “I am young, 2 but you are elderly; that is why I was fearful, 3 and afraid to explain 4 to you what I know.
Concerning my right, should I lie? 1 My wound 2 is incurable, although I am without transgression.’ 3
I am surrounded by lions; I lie down 1 among those who want to devour me; 2 men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are a sharp sword. 3
In my time of trouble I sought 1 the Lord. I kept my hand raised in prayer throughout the night. 2 I 3 refused to be comforted.
By David. Praise the Lord, O my soul! With all that is within me, praise 2 his holy name!
Praise the Lord, O my soul! O Lord my God, you are magnificent. 2 You are robed in splendor and majesty.
So I decided 1 to discern the benefit of 2 wisdom and knowledge over 3 foolish behavior and ideas; 4 however, I concluded 5 that even 6 this endeavor 7 is like 8 trying to chase the wind! 9
I tried 1 to understand, examine, and comprehend 2 the role of 3 wisdom in the scheme of things, 4 and to understand the stupidity of wickedness 5 and the insanity of folly. 6
“I will arise 1 and look all around 2 throughout the town, and throughout the streets 3 and squares; I will search for my beloved.” I searched for him but I did not find him. 4
“I will rise up against them,” says the Lord who commands armies. “I will blot out all remembrance of Babylon and destroy all her people, 1 including the offspring she produces,” 2 says the Lord.
So I say: “Don’t look at me! 1 I am weeping bitterly. Don’t try 2 to console me concerning the destruction of my defenseless people.” 3
I dug wells and drank water. 1 With the soles of my feet I dried up all the rivers of Egypt.’
Don’t be afraid, despised insignificant Jacob, 1 men of 2 Israel. I am helping you,” says the Lord, your protector, 3 the Holy One of Israel. 4
The oppressed and the poor look for water, but there is none; their tongues are parched from thirst. I, the Lord, will respond to their prayers; 1 I, the God of Israel, will not abandon them.
The wild animals of the desert honor me, the jackals and ostriches, because I put water in the desert and streams in the wilderness, to quench the thirst of my chosen people,
For the sake of my servant Jacob, Israel, my chosen one, I call you by name and give you a title of respect, even though you do not recognize 1 me.
Look, I create the craftsman, who fans the coals into a fire and forges a weapon. 1 I create the destroyer so he might devastate.
I was angry because of their sinful greed; I attacked them and angrily rejected them, 1 yet they remained disobedient and stubborn. 2
All of your people will be godly; 1 they will possess the land permanently. I will plant them like a shoot; they will be the product of my labor, through whom I reveal my splendor. 2
I looked, but there was no one to help; I was shocked because there was no one offering support. 1 So my right arm accomplished deliverance; my raging anger drove me on. 2