Job Chapter 32    
  1 ¶ So these three men ceased to1 answer Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.
  2 Then was kindled the wrath of Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite, of the kindred of Ram: against Job was his wrath kindled, because he justified himself2 rather than God.
  3 Also against his three friends was his wrath kindled, because they had found no answer, and yet had condemned Job.
  4 Now Elihu had waited3 till Job had spoken, because they were elder4 than he.
  5 When Elihu saw that there was no answer in the mouth of these three men, then his wrath was kindled.
  6 ¶ And Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite answered and said, I am young,5 and ye are very old; wherefore I was afraid, and durst6 not shew you mine opinion.
  7 I said, Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach wisdom.
  8 But there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding.
  9 Great men are not always wise: neither do the aged understand judgment.
  10 Therefore I said, Hearken to me; I also will shew mine opinion.
  11 Behold, I waited for your words; I gave ear to your reasons,7 whilst ye searched out what8 to say.
  12 Yea, I attended unto you, and, behold, there was none of you that convinced Job, or that answered his words:
  13 Lest ye should say, We have found out wisdom: God thrusteth him down, not man.
  14 Now he hath not directed9 his words against me: neither will I answer him with your speeches.
  15 ¶ They were amazed, they answered no more: they left10 off speaking.
  16 When I had waited, (for they spake not, but stood still, and answered no more;)
  17 I said, I will answer also my part, I also will shew mine opinion.
  18 For I am full of matter,11 the spirit12 within me constraineth me.
  19 Behold, my belly is as wine which hath13 no vent; it is ready to burst like new bottles.
  20 I will speak, that I may be14 refreshed: I will open my lips and answer.
  21 Let me not, I pray you, accept any man's person, neither let me give flattering titles unto man.
  22 For I know not to give flattering titles; in so doing my maker would soon take me away.