1And Job again took up his parable, and said,
2As God lives, who has taken away my right, And the Almighty, who has vexed my soul
3(For my life is still 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.
5Far be it from me that I should justify you: Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
6My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: My heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
7Let my enemy be as the wicked, And let him who rises up against me be as the unrighteous.
8For what is the hope of the godless, though he gets gain for himself, When God takes away his soul?
9Will God hear his cry, When trouble comes on him?
10Will he delight himself in the Almighty, And call on God at all times?
11I will teach you concerning the hand of God; That which is with the Almighty I will not conceal.
12Behold, all of you yourselves have seen it; Why then have you 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 are multiplied, it is for the sword; And his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.
15Those who remain of him shall be buried in death, And his widows shall make no lamentation.
16Though he heaps up silver as the dust, And prepares clothing as the clay;
17He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, And the innocent shall divide the silver.
18He builds his house as the moth, And as a booth which the keeper makes.
19He lies down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers; He opens his eyes, and he is not.
20Terrors overtake him like waters; A tempest steals him away in the night.
21The east wind carries him away, and he departs; And it sweeps him out of his place.
22For God shall hurl at him, and not spare: He would gladly flee out of his hand.
23Men shall clap their hands at him, And shall hiss him out of his place.