Job 27
1 And Job adds to lift up his allegory and says:
Moreover Job continued his discourse, and said:
2 “God lives! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty—He made my soul bitter.
As God liveth, who hath rejected my cause, And the Almighty, who hath afflicted my soul;
3 For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the wind of God in my nostrils.
As long as my breath is in me, And the spirit of God is in my nostrils,
4 My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue does not utter deceit.
Never shall my lips speak falsehood, Nor my tongue utter deceit.
5 Defilement to me—if I justify you, Until I expire I do not turn aside my integrity from me.
God forbid that I should acknowledge you to be just: To my last breath will I assert my integrity.
6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart does not reproach me while I live.
I will hold fast my innocence, and not let it go; My heart reproacheth me for no part of my life.
7 My enemy is as the wicked, And my withstander as the perverse.
May mine enemy be as the wicked, And he that riseth up against me as the unrighteous!
8 For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He cuts off? When God casts off his soul?
For what is the hope of the wicked, when God cutteth off his web, And taketh away his life?
9 [Does] God hear his cry, When distress comes on him?
Will he listen to his cry, When trouble cometh upon him?
10 Does he delight himself on the Mighty? Call God at all times?
Can he delight himself in the Almighty, And call at all times upon God?
11 I show you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I do not hide.
I will teach you concerning the hand of God; That which is with the Almighty I will not conceal.
12 Behold, you—all of you—have seen, And why [is] this—you are altogether vain?
Behold, ye yourselves have all seen it; Why then do ye cherish such vain thoughts?
13 This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones They receive from the Mighty.
This is the portion of the wicked man from God, —The inheritance which oppressors receive from the Almighty.
14 If his sons multiply—a sword [is] for them. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.
If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword; And his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.
15 His remnant are buried in death, And his widows do not weep.
Those of them that escape shall be buried by Death, And their widows shall not bewail them.
16 If he heaps up silver as dust, And prepares clothing as clay,
Though he heap up silver as dust, And procure raiment as clay, —
17 He prepares—and the righteous puts [it] on, And the innocent apportions the silver.
He may procure, but the righteous shall wear it, And the innocent shall share the silver.
18 He has built his house as a moth, And as a shelter a watchman has made.
He buildeth his house like the moth, Or like the shed which the watchman maketh.
19 He lies down rich, and he is not gathered, He has opened his eyes, and he is not.
The rich man lieth down, and is not buried; In the twinkling of an eye he is no more.
20 Terrors overtake him as waters, By night a whirlwind has stolen him away.
Terrors pursue him like a flood; A tempest stealeth him away in the night.
21 An east wind takes him up, and he goes, And it frightens him from his place,
The east wind carrieth him away, and he perisheth; Yea, it sweepeth him away from his place.
22 And it casts at him, and does not spare, He diligently flees from its hand.
God sendeth his arrows at him, and doth not spare; He would fain escape from His hand.
23 It claps its hands at him, And it hisses at him from his place.”
Men clap their hands at him, And hiss him away from his place.
