Job 27

¹ Job again took up his parable, and said,

² “As God lives, who has taken away my right, the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter

³ (for the length of my life is still in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils);

⁴ surely my lips will not speak unrighteousness, neither will my tongue utter deceit.

⁵ Far be it from me that I should justify you. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.

⁶ I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go. My heart will not reproach me so long as I live.

⁷ “Let my enemy be as the wicked. Let him who rises up against me be as the unrighteous.

⁸ For what is the hope of the godless, when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?

⁹ Will God hear his cry when trouble comes on him?

¹⁰ Will he delight himself in the Almighty, and call on God at all times?

¹¹ I will teach you about the hand of God. I will not conceal that which is with the Almighty.

¹² Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?

¹³ “This is the portion of a wicked man with God, the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from the Almighty.

¹⁴ If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword. His offspring will not be satisfied with bread.

¹⁵ Those who remain of him will be buried in death. His widows will make no lamentation.

¹⁶ Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare clothing as the clay;

¹⁷ he may prepare it, but the just will put it on, and the innocent will divide the silver.

¹⁸ He builds his house as the moth, as a booth which the watchman makes.

¹⁹ He lies down rich, but he will not do so again. He opens his eyes, and he is not.

²⁰ Terrors overtake him like waters. A storm steals him away in the night.

²¹ The east wind carries him away, and he departs. It sweeps him out of his place.

²² For it hurls at him, and does not spare, as he flees away from his hand.

²³ Men will clap their hands at him, and will hiss him out of his place.