So the three men stopped answering Job, because he thought he was right.

于是这三个人，因约伯自以为义就不再回答他。

于是这三个人因约伯看自己为义就停止，不再回答他。

于是这三个人因约伯看自己为义就停止，不再回答他。

三人见约伯自以为义，便不再回答他。

因为约伯自以为义，于是这三个人就不再回答他。

於是這三個人，因約伯自以為義就不再回答他。

於是這三個人因約伯看自己為義就停止，不再回答他。

於是這三個人因約伯看自己為義就停止，不再回答他。

三人見約伯自以為義，便不再回答他。

因為約伯自以為義，於是這三個人就不再回答他。

於是這三個人因約伯自以為義，就停止說話，不再回答約伯。

約伯自視為義、三人不復答之、

約百自以為義、三友不與辨也。

約百三友、約百三友原文作此三人見約百自以為義、遂不復答之、

So these three men stopped answering Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.

So these three men ceased to answer Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.

Job’s three friends refused to reply further to him because he kept insisting on his innocence.

So these three men quit answering Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.

Then these three men stopped answering Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.

So these three men ceased answering Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.

So these three men ceased to answer Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.

So these three men quit answering Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.

So these three men ceased to answer Job, because he[ was] righteous in his own eyes.

So these three men refused to answer Job further, because he was righteous in his own eyes.

So these three men ceased to answer Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.

You already know I’m not guilty. No one can save me from your power.

You said,‘ I’m pure. I have done no wrong. I’m clean. I’m free from sin.

Everyone who heard me said good things about me. Those who saw me honored me.That’s because I saved poor people who cried out for help. I saved helpless children whose fathers had died.Those who were dying gave me their blessing. I made the hearts of widows sing.I put on a godly life as if it were my clothes. Fairness was my robe and my turban.I was like eyes for those who were blind. I was like feet for those who couldn’t walk.I was like a father to needy people. I stood up for strangers in court.Sinners are like animals that have powerful teeth. But I took from their mouths the people they had caught.

I say to God,‘ Don’t find me guilty. Instead, tell me what charges you are bringing against me.

There honest people can prove to him they’re not guilty. There my Judge would tell me once and for all that I’m not guilty.

Stop what you are saying. Don’t be so unfair. Think it over again. You are trying to take my honesty away from me.

my mouth won’t say evil things. My lips won’t tell lies.I’ll never admit you people are right. Until I die, I’ll say I’m telling the truth.I’ll continue to say I’m right. I’ll never let go of that. I won’t blame myself as long as I live.

Even if God kills me, I’ll still put my hope in him. I’ll argue my case in front of him.

“ I made an agreement with my eyes. I promised not to look at a young woman with impure thoughts.What do we receive from God above? What do we get from the Mighty One in heaven?Sinful people are destroyed. Trouble comes to those who do what is wrong.Doesn’t God see how I live? Doesn’t he count every step I take?“ I haven’t told any lies. My feet haven’t hurried to cheat others.So let God weigh me in honest scales. Then he’ll know I haven’t done anything wrong.Suppose my steps have turned away from the right path. Suppose my heart has wanted what my eyes have seen. Or suppose my hands have become‘ unclean.’Then may others eat what I’ve planted. May my crops be pulled up by the roots.“ Suppose my heart has been tempted by a woman. Or suppose I’ve prowled around my neighbor’s home.Then may my wife grind another man’s grain. May other men sleep with her.Wanting another woman would have been an evil thing. It would have been a sin that should be judged.It’s like a fire that burns down to the grave. It would have caused my crops to be pulled up by the roots.“ Suppose I haven’t treated any of my male and female servants fairly when they’ve brought charges against me.Then what will I do when God opposes me? What answer will I give him when he asks me to explain myself?Didn’t he who made me make my servants also? Didn’t the same God form us inside our mothers?“ I haven’t said no to what poor people have wanted. I haven’t let widows lose their hope.I haven’t kept my bread to myself. I’ve shared it with children whose fathers had died.From the time I was young, I’ve helped those widows. I’ve raised those children as a father would.Suppose I’ve seen people dying because they didn’t have enough clothes. I’ve seen needy people who didn’t have enough to keep warm.And they didn’t give me their blessing when I warmed them with wool from my sheep.Suppose I’ve raised my hand against children whose fathers have died. And I did it because I knew I had power in the courts.Then let my arm fall from my shoulder. Let it be broken off at the joint.I was afraid God would destroy me. His glory terrifies me. So I’d never do things like that.“ Suppose I’ve put my trust in gold. I’ve said to pure gold,‘ You make me feel secure.’And I’m happy because I’m so wealthy. I’m glad because my hands have earned so much.Suppose I’ve worshiped the sun in all its glory. I’ve bowed down to the moon in all its beauty.My heart has been secretly tempted. My hand has thrown kisses to the sun and moon.Then these things would have been sins that should be judged. And I wouldn’t have been faithful to God in heaven.“ I wasn’t happy when hard times came to my enemies. I didn’t enjoy seeing the trouble they had.I didn’t allow my mouth to sin by asking for bad things to happen to them.The workers in my house always said,‘ Job always gives plenty of food to everyone.’No stranger ever had to spend the night in the street. My door was always open to travelers.I didn’t hide my sin as other people do. I didn’t hide my guilt in my heart.I was never afraid of the crowd. I never worried that my relatives might hate me. I didn’t have to keep quiet or stay inside.“ I wish someone would listen to me! I’m signing my name to everything I’ve said. I hope the Mighty One will give me his answer. I hope the one who brings charges against me will write them down.I’ll wear them on my shoulder. I’ll put them on my head like a crown.I’ll give that person a report of every step I take. I’ll present it to him like I would to a ruler.“ Suppose my land cries out against me. And all its soil is wet with tears.Suppose I’ve used up its crops without paying for them. Or I’ve broken the spirit of its renters.Then let thorns grow instead of wheat. Let stinkweed come up instead of barley.” The words of Job end here.