Job Chapter 32

1 So these three men ceased to answer Job, {N}
because he was righteous in his own eyes. {P}

2 Then was kindled the wrath of Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram; {N}
against Job was his wrath kindled, because he justified himself rather than God.
3 Also against his three friends was his wrath kindled, {N}
because they had found no answer, and yet had condemned Job.
4 Now Elihu had waited to speak unto Job, because they were older than he.
5 And when Elihu saw that there was no answer in the mouth of these three men, his wrath was kindled. {P}

6 And Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite answered and said: {N}
I am young, and ye are very old; {N}
wherefore I held back, and durst not declare you mine opinion.
7 I said: 'Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach wisdom.'
8 But it is a spirit in man, and the breath of the Almighty, that giveth them understanding.
9 It is not the great that are wise, nor the aged that discern judgment.
10 Therefore I say: 'Hearken to me; I also will declare mine opinion.'
11 Behold, I waited for your words, I listened for your reasons, 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; words are departed from them.
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 declare mine opinion.
18 For I am full of words; the spirit within me constraineth me.
19 Behold, mine inwards are as wine which hath no vent; like new wine-skins which are ready to burst.
20 I will speak, that I may find relief; 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.