Job 32 Literal Standard Version

321 And these three men cease from answering Job, for he [is] righteous in his own eyes, 2 and the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite burns, of the family of Ram; his anger has burned against Job, because of his justifying himself more than God; 3 and his anger has burned against his three friends, because that they have not found an answer, and condemn Job. 4 And Elihu has waited earnestly beside Job with words, for they are older than he in days. 5 And Elihu sees that there is no answer in the mouth of the three men, and his anger burns. 6 And Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite answers and says: “I [am] young in days, and you [are] aged; Therefore I have feared, || And am afraid of showing you my opinion. 7 I said, Days speak, || And a multitude of years teach wisdom. 8 Surely a spirit is in man, || And the breath of the Mighty One || Causes them to understand. 9 The multitude are not wise, || Nor do the aged understand judgment. 10 Therefore I have said: Listen to me, I show my opinion—even I. 11 Behold, I have waited for your words, I give ear to your reasons, || Until you search out sayings. 12 And to you I attend, || And behold, there is no reasoner for Job, || [Or] answerer of his sayings among you. 13 Lest you say, We have found wisdom, || God thrusts him away, not man. 14 And he has not set words in array for me, || And I do not answer him with your sayings. 15 (They have broken down, || They have not answered again, || They removed words from themselves. 16 And I have waited, but they do not speak, || For they have stood still, || They have not answered anymore.) 17 I answer, even I—my share, || I show my opinion—even I. 18 For I have been full of words, || The spirit of my breast has distressed me, 19 Behold, my breast [is] as wine not opened, || It is broken up like new bottles. 20 I speak, and there is refreshment to me, || I open my lips and answer. 21 Please do not let me accept the face of any, || Nor give flattering titles to man, 22 For I have not known to give flattering titles, || My Maker takes me away in a little.”