Job 27

¹And Job again took up his parable, and said, ²As God liveth, who hath taken away my right; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul; ³(For my life is yet whole in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;) ⁴Surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness, neither shall my tongue utter deceit. ⁵God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not put away mine integrity from me. ⁶My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach meso long as I live. ⁷Let mine enemy be as the wicked, and let him that riseth up against me be as the unrighteous. ⁸For what is the hope of the godless, though he get him gain, when God taketh away his soul? ⁹Will God hear his cry, when trouble cometh upon him? ¹⁰Will he delight himself in the Almighty, and call upon God at all times? ¹¹I will teach you concerning the hand of God; that which is with the Almighty will I not conceal. ¹²Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye become altogether vain? ¹³This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from the Almighty. ¹⁴If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword; and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread. ¹⁵Those that remain of him shall be buried in death, and his widows shall make no lamentation. ¹⁶Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay; ¹⁷He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver. ¹⁸He buildeth his house as the moth, and as a booth which the keeper maketh. ¹⁹He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered; he openeth his eyes, and he is not. ²⁰Terrors overtake him like waters; a tempest stealeth him away in the night. ²¹The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth; and it sweepeth him out of his place. ²²For Godshall hurl at him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand. ²³Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.