Hiob 27

¹And Job again took up his parable, and said:
²As God liveth, who hath taken away my right; and the Almighty, who hath dealt bitterly with me;
³All the while my breath is 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; till I die I will not put away mine 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 mine enemy be as the wicked, and let him that riseth up against me be as the unrighteous.
⁸For what is the hope of the godless, though he get him gain, when God taketh away his soul?
⁹Will God hear his cry, when trouble cometh upon him?
¹⁰Will he have his delight in the Almighty, and call upon God at all times?
¹¹I will teach you concerning the hand of God; that which is with the Almighty will I not conceal.
¹²Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye 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 be multiplied, it is for the sword; and his offspring shall not have bread enough.
¹⁵Those that remain of him shall be buried by pestilence, and his widows shall make no lamentation.
¹⁶Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay;
¹⁷He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.
¹⁸He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth which the keeper maketh.
¹⁹He lieth down rich, but there shall be not to gather; he openeth his eyes, and his wealth is not.
²⁰Terrors overtake him like waters; a tempest stealeth him away in the night.
²¹The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth; and it sweepeth him out of his place.
²²Yea, it hurleth at him, and spareth not; he would fain flee from its power.
²³Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.

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