Job 27

CLV(i) 1 Then Job continued to lift up his discourse and said: 2 As El lives, Who has taken away judgment for me, He Who Suffices, Who has brought bitterness on my soul, 3 As long as my breath is yet whole within me And the spirit of Eloah is in my nostrils, 4 My lips shall assuredly not speak iniquity, And my tongue, it shall assuredly not soliloquize deceit. 5 Far be it from me should I ever justify you; Until I expire, I shall not put away my integrity from me. 6 I will hold fast to my righteousness, and I shall not relax; My heart shall never reproach me throughout my days. 7 May my enemy become like the wicked, And the one rising against me like the iniquitous. 8 For what expectation can the polluted have when he is clipped off, When Eloah eases away his soul? 9 Shall El hearken to his cry When distress comes upon him? 10 Would he find pleasure in Him Who Suffices? Would he call to Eloah on every occasion? 11 I shall direct back to you these matters about the hand of El; What is concerning Him Who Suffices I shall not suppress. 12 Behold, all of you have perceived this yourselves, Then why are you vain with this vanity? 13 This is the portion of a wicked person from El And the allotment terrifiers procure from Him Who Suffices. 14 However many are his sons, for them is the sword, And his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread. 15 With the death plague they shall entomb his survivors, And his widows shall not lament. 16 If he piles up silver like soil And makes ready clothing like clay, 17 He shall make it ready, yet the righteous one shall put it on, And the innocent one shall apportion the silver. 18 He builds his house like a moth's cocoon, And like a booth that a field-keeper makes. 19 He shall lie down rich, yet he may not do so again; When he uncloses his eyes it shall not be there. 20 Decadent things shall overtake him by day; A whirlwind shall steal him away at night. 21 The east wind shall carry him off so that he is gone, And it shall toss him away in a tempest from his place. 22 One shall fling stones against him and not spare As he runs away, yea away from his hand. 23 One shall slap his palms at him And hiss him away from his place.