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.⋮