32:1 And these threemen cease from answering Job, for he [is] righteous in his own eyes,
32:2 and burn doth the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram; against Job hath his anger burned, because of his justifying himself more than God;
32:3 and against his three friends hath his anger burned, because that they have not found an answer, and condemn Job.
32:4 And Elihu hath waited earnestly beside Job with words, for they are older than he in days.
32:5 And Elihu seeth that there is no answer in the mouth of the threemen, and his anger burneth.
32:6 And Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite answereth and saith: -- Young I [am] in days, and ye [are] age Therefore I have feared, And am afraid of shewing you my opinion.
32:7 I said: Days do speak, And multitude of years teach wisdom.
32:8 Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Doth cause them to understand.
32:9 The multitude are not wise, Nor do the aged understand judgment.
32:10 Therefore I have said: Hearken to me, I do shew my opinion -- even I.
32:11 Lo, I have waited for your words, I give ear unto your reasons, Till ye search out sayings.
32:12 And unto you I attend, And lo, there is no reasoner for Job, [Or] answerer of his sayings among you.
32:13 Lest ye say, We have found wisdom, God doth thrust him away, not man.
32:14 And he hath not set in array words for me, And with your sayings I do not answer him.
32:15 (They have broken down, They have not answered again, They removed from themselves words.
32:16 And I have waited, but they do not speak, For they have stood still, They have not answered any more.)
32:17 I answer, even I -- my share, I shew my opinion -- even I.
32:18 For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast,
32:19 Lo, my breast [is] as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.
32:20 I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.
32:21 Let me not, I pray you, accept the face of any, Nor unto man give flattering titles,
32:22 For I have not known to give flattering titles, In a little doth my Maker take me away.
