Job 28

¹Surely there is for silver a source, And a place for the gold they refine;

²Iron from the dust is taken, And [from] the firm stone brass.

³An end hath he set to darkness, And to all perfection he is searching, A stone of darkness and death-shade.

⁴A stream hath broken out from a sojourner, Those forgotten of the foot, They were low, from man they wandered.

⁵The earth! from it cometh forth bread, And its under-part is turned like fire.

⁶A place of the sapphire [are] its stones, And it hath dust of gold.

⁷A path — not known it hath a ravenous fowl, Nor scorched it hath an eye of the kite,

⁸Nor trodden it have the sons of pride, Not passed over it hath the fierce lion.

⁹Against the flint he sent forth his hand, He overturned from the root mountains.

¹⁰Among rocks, brooks he hath cleaved, And every precious thing hath his eye seen.

¹¹From overflowing floods he hath bound, And the hidden thing bringeth out [to] light.

¹²And the wisdom — whence is it found? And where [is] this, the place of understanding?

¹³Man hath not known its arrangement, Nor is it found in the land of the living.

¹⁴The deep hath said, 'It [is] not in me,' And the sea hath said, 'It is not with me.'

¹⁵Gold is not given for it, Nor is silver weighed — its price.