1 Toe het die drie manne opgehou om Job te antwoord, omdat hy in sy eie oë regverdig was.

2 En die toorn van El¡hu, die seun van Bar geël, die Busiet, uit die geslag van Ram, het ontvlam; teen Job het sy toorn ontvlam, omdat hy homself regverdig beskou het voor God.

3 Sy toorn het ook ontvlam teen sy drie vriende, omdat hulle geen antwoord gevind het nie en Job veroordeel het.

4 Maar El¡hu het op Job gewag met sy woorde, omdat hulle ouer was as hy.

5 Maar toe El¡hu sien dat daar geen antwoord was in die mond van die drie manne nie, het sy toorn ontvlam.

6 En El¡hu, die seun van Bar geël, die Busiet, het begin en gesê: Ek is jonk, en u is hoogbejaard; daarom was ek beskroomd en het gevrees om my kennis aan u mee te deel.

7 Ek het gesê: Laat die dae spreek en die veelheid van jare wysheid te kenne gee.

8 Maar dit is die Gees in die mens en die asem van die Almagtige wat hulle verstandig maak.

9 Nie die bejaardes is wys nie, en nie die oues verstaan wat reg is nie.

10 Daarom sê ek: Luister na my; ek wil ook my kennis meedeel.

11 Kyk, ek het gewag op u woorde; ek wou luister na verstandige taal van u, totdat u die regte woorde uitgevind het.

12 En ek het op u ag gegee; maar kyk: daar was niemand wat Job weerlê het nie, niemand van u wat sy woorde beantwoord het nie.

13 Sê maar net nie: Ons het wysheid aangetref, God alleen kan hom verslaan, geen mens nie.

14 Teen my tog het hy geen woorde ingebring nie; en met u redeneringe sal ek hom nie beantwoord nie.

15 Hulle staan verslae; hulle antwoord nie meer nie; die woorde laat hulle in die steek.

16 Sal ek dan wag, omdat hulle nie spreek nie, omdat hulle daar staan sonder antwoord?

17 Ek wil ook my deel antwoord; ek wil ook my kennis meedeel.

18 Want ek is vol woorde; die gees in my binneste dring my.

19 Kyk, my binneste is soos wyn wat geen opening het nie, soos nuwe leersakke wil dit bars.

20 Ek wil spreek om lug te kry, my lippe oopmaak en antwoord gee.

21 Ek wil nie partydig wees nie; en 'n mens vlei, sal ek nie.

22 Want ek verstaan nie om te vlei nie; gou sou my Maker my wegneem!

1 So these three men ceased to answer Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes. 2 Then was kindled the wrath of Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram: against Job was his wrath kindled, because he justified himself rather than God. 3 Also against his three friends was his wrath kindled, because they had found no answer, and yet had condemned Job. 4 Now Elihu had waited to speak unto Job, because they were elder than he. 5 And when Elihu saw that there was no answer in the mouth of these three men, his wrath was kindled.

6 And Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite answered and said,

I am young, and ye are very old;

Wherefore I held back, and durst not show you mine opinion.

7 I said, Days should speak,

And multitude of years should teach wisdom.

8 But there is a spirit in man,

And the breath of the Almighty giveth them understanding.

9 It is not the great that are wise,

Nor the aged that understand justice.

10 Therefore I said, Hearken to me;

I also will show mine opinion.

11 Behold, I waited for your words,

I listened for your reasonings,

Whilst ye searched out what to say.

12 Yea, I attended unto you,

And, behold, there was none that convinced Job,

Or that answered his words, among you.

13 Beware lest ye say, We have found wisdom;

God may vanquish him, not man:

14 For he hath not directed his words against me;

Neither will I answer him with your speeches.

15 They are amazed, they answer no more:

They have not a word to say.

16 And shall I wait, because they speak not,

Because they stand still, and answer no more?

17 I also will answer my part,

I also will show mine opinion.

18 For I am full of words;

The spirit within me constraineth me.

19 Behold, my breast is as wine which hath no vent;

Like new wine-skins it is ready to burst.

20 I will speak, that I may be refreshed;

I will open my lips and answer.

21 Let me not, I pray you, respect any man’s person;

Neither will I give flattering titles unto any man.

22 For I know not to give flattering titles;

Else would my Maker soon take me away.