Job 27

1 And Job adds to lift up his allegory and says:

2 “God lives! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty—He made my soul bitter.

3 For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the wind of God in my nostrils.

4 My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue does not utter deceit.

5 Defilement to me—if I justify you, Until I expire I do not turn aside my integrity from me.

6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart does not reproach me while I live.

7 My enemy is as the wicked, And my withstander as the perverse.

8 For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He cuts off? When God casts off his soul?

9 [Does] God hear his cry, When distress comes on him?

10 Does he delight himself on the Mighty? Call God at all times?

11 I show you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I do not hide.

12 Behold, you—all of you—have seen, And why [is] this—you are altogether vain?

13 This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones They receive from the Mighty.

14 If his sons multiply—a sword [is] for them. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.

15 His remnant are buried in death, And his widows do not weep.

16 If he heaps up silver as dust, And prepares clothing as clay,

17 He prepares—and the righteous puts [it] on, And the innocent apportions the silver.

18 He has built his house as a moth, And as a shelter a watchman has made.

19 He lies down rich, and he is not gathered, He has opened his eyes, and he is not.

20 Terrors overtake him as waters, By night a whirlwind has stolen him away.

21 An east wind takes him up, and he goes, And it frightens him from his place,

22 And it casts at him, and does not spare, He diligently flees from its hand.

23 It claps its hands at him, And it hisses at him from his place.”