JobChapitre 15

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Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered:
"Should a wise man answer with empty wind, filling his belly with the east wind?
Should he argue with words that accomplish nothing, with speeches that serve no purpose?
But you—you undermine the fear of God and hinder devotion before him.
Your own guilt is teaching your mouth; you choose the tongue of the crafty.
Your own mouth condemns you, not I; your own lips testify against you.
Were you the first man ever born? Were you brought forth before the hills?
Have you listened in on God's council? Do you keep wisdom to yourself alone?
What do you know that we do not know? What insight have you that we lack?
Among us are the gray-haired and the aged, men older than your father.
Are God's consolations too small for you, a word spoken gently to you?
Why does your heart carry you away? Why do your eyes flash,
that you turn your spirit against God and let such words pour from your mouth?
What is man, that he should be pure, or one born of woman, that he should be righteous?
If God puts no trust in his holy ones, and even the heavens are not clean in his eyes,
how much less man, loathsome and corrupt, who drinks in wickedness like water!
Listen to me and I will explain; what I have seen, I will declare—
what wise men have handed down, hiding nothing they received from their fathers,
who alone possessed the land, with no stranger passing among them.
All his days the wicked man writhes in torment; the years are numbered for the ruthless.
Terrifying sounds fill his ears; in the midst of peace the destroyer comes for him.
He has no hope of escaping the darkness; the sword lies in wait for him.
He wanders in search of bread: "Where is it?" He knows the day of darkness is close at hand.
Distress and anguish terrify him; they overwhelm him like a king poised for the assault.
For he stretched out his hand against God and defied the Almighty,
charging at him with stiff neck, behind the thick bosses of his shield.
His face is padded with fat, his waist swollen with flesh.
He will live in ruined towns, in houses where no one dwells, houses crumbling into rubble.
He will not grow rich; his wealth will not endure, nor will his possessions spread over the land.
He will not escape the darkness; a flame will wither his shoots, and the breath of God's mouth will carry him away.
Let him not trust in what is worthless and be deceived, for emptiness will be all he gains.
Before his time he will be paid in full, and his branch will never turn green.
Like a vine he will shake off his unripe grapes, like an olive tree he will cast off his blossoms.
For the company of the godless is barren, and fire consumes the tents of those who take bribes.
They conceive trouble and give birth to evil; their womb fashions deceit."