JOB 27

1 And Job again took up his parable, and said,⋮

2 As 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;)⋮

4 Surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness, neither shall my tongue utter deceit.⋮

5 God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not put away mine integrity from me.⋮

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

7 Let mine enemy be as the wicked, and let him that riseth up against me be as the unrighteous.⋮

8 For what is the hope of the godless, though he get him gain, when God taketh away his soul?⋮

9 Will God hear his cry, when trouble cometh upon him?⋮

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

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

12 Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye become altogether vain?⋮

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

14 If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword; and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.⋮

15 Those that remain of him shall be buried in death, and his widows shall make no lamentation.⋮

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

17 He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.⋮

18 He buildeth his house as the moth, and as a booth which the keeper maketh.⋮

19 He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered; he openeth his eyes, and he is not.⋮

20 Terrors overtake him like waters; a tempest stealeth him away in the night.⋮

21 The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth; and it sweepeth him out of his place.⋮

22 For God shall hurl at him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.⋮

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