Job 32:1-22
32 So these three men ceased to respond to Job, because he was righteous in their eyes.
2 Then was kindled the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite of the family of Ram,—against Job was kindled his anger, because he justified his own soul rather than God;
3 and against his three friends was kindled his anger,—because that they found not a response, and condemned God.
4 But Elihu had waited for Job with words, because the others were older than he.
5 Howbeit when Elihu saw that there was no response in the mouth of the three men then was kindled his anger.
6 So then Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite responded and said:—Young am I, whereas ye are aged, For this cause I faltered and feared—To shew my knowledge unto you:
7 I said, Days should speak,—And the multitude of years should make known wisdom.
8 Yet surely there is a spirit in men, And the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding;
9 Great men may not be wise, Nor elders understand justice.
10 Therefore I said, Hearken unto me, I will shew my knowledge—even I.
11 Lo! I waited for your words, I kept giving ear for your reasons, Until ye should search out what to say;
12 Yea unto you gave I diligent heed,—But lo! there was for Job nothing to convince, Nor could one of you answer his speeches.
13 Lest ye should say, We have found out wisdom. God must put him to flight, not man.
14 Since he directed not to me discourse, Therefore with your speeches will I not reply to him.
15 They were dismayed, they responded no more, They suffered speech to forsake them;
16 Though I waited yet could they not speak, Surely they came to a stand, they responded no more.
17 I will respond even I—on my part, I will shew my knowledge even I!
18 For I am full of discourse, The spirit in my bosom presseth me on.
19 Lo! my bosom is like wine not opened, Like new wine-skins it will burst.
20 I will speak that I may freely breathe, I will open my lips and respond.
21 Let me be partial to no man, And unto no son of earth give flattering titles,
22 Surely I know not how to give flattering titles, How soon might my Maker take me away!