Job 27

ACV^{(i) 1} And Job again took up his discourse, and said, ² As God lives, who has taken away my right, and the Almighty, who has 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, nor shall my tongue utter deceit. ⁵ Far be it from me that I should justify you. Till I die I will not put away my integrity from me. ⁶ I hold fast my righteousness, and will not let it go. My heart shall not reproach me so long as I live. ⁷ Let my enemy be as the wicked, and let him who rises up against me be as the unrighteous. ⁸ For what is the hope of the profane, though he gets him gain, when God takes away his soul? ⁹ Will God hear his cry when trouble comes 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 I will not conceal. ¹² Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it. Why then have 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 sons be multiplied, it is for the sword. And his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread. ¹⁵ Those who remain of him shall be buried in death, and his widows shall make no lamentation. ¹⁶ Though he heaps up silver as the dust, and prepares 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 builds his house as the moth, and as a booth which the keeper makes. ¹⁹ He lies down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers. He opens his eyes, and he is not. ²⁰ Terrors overtake him like waters. A tempest steals him away in the night. ²¹ The east wind carries him away, and he departs, and it sweeps him out of his place. ²² For God shall hurl at him, and not spare. He would gladly flee out of his hand. ²³ Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.