Job 27

1 Moreover Job continued his parable, and said,

2 As God lives, who has taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who has vexed my soul;

3 All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;

4 My lips shall not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit.

5 God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove 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 he that rises up against me as the unrighteous.

8 For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he has gained, 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? will he always call upon God?

11 I will teach you by the hand of God: that which is with the Almighty will I not conceal.

12 Behold, all you yourselves have seen it; why then are all of you thus altogether vain?

13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressors, which they shall receive of 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 not weep.

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 builds his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper makes.

19 The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he opens his eyes, and he is not.

20 Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest steals him away in the night.

21 The east wind carries him away, and he departs: and as a storm hurls him out of his place.

22 For God shall cast upon 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.