Job 27

1 And Job again took up his parable, and said,

2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my right, And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul:

3 (For my life is yet whole in me, And the spirit of God is in my nostrils);

4 Surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness, Neither shall my tongue utter deceit.

5 Far be it from me that I should justify you: Till I die I will not put away 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 let him that riseth up against me be as the unrighteous.

8 For what is the hope of the godless, though he get him gain, When God taketh away his soul?

9 Will God hear his cry, When trouble cometh upon him?

10 Will he delight himself in the Almighty, And call upon God at all times?

11 I will teach you concerning the hand of God; That which is with the Almighty will I not conceal.

12 Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye become altogether vain?

13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God, And the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from 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 make no lamentation.

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 buildeth his house as the moth, And as a booth which the keeper maketh.

19 He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers; He openeth his eyes, and he is not.

20 Terrors overtake him like waters; A tempest stealeth him away in the night.

21 The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth; And it sweepeth him out of his place.

22 For God shall hurl at 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.

Job 28

1 Surely there is a mine for silver, And a place for gold which they refine.

2 Iron is taken out of the earth, And copper is molten out of the stone.

3  Man setteth an end to darkness, And searcheth out, to the furthest bound, The stones of obscurity and of thick darkness.

4 He breaketh open a shaft away from where men sojourn; They are forgotten of the foot; They hang afar from men, they swing to and fro.

5 As for the earth, out of it cometh bread; And underneath it is turned up as it were by fire.

6 The stones thereof are the place of sapphires, And it hath dust of gold.

7 That path no bird of prey knoweth, Neither hath the falcon’s eye seen it:

8 The proud beasts have not trodden it, Nor hath the fierce lion passed thereby.

9 He putteth forth his hand upon the flinty rock; He overturneth the mountains by the roots.

10 He cutteth out channels among the rocks; And his eye seeth every precious thing.

11 He bindeth the streams that they trickle not; And the thing that is hid bringeth he forth to light.

12 But where shall wisdom be found? And where is the place of understanding?

13 Man knoweth not the price thereof; Neither is it found in the land of the living.

14 The deep saith, It is not in me; And the sea saith, It is not with me.

15 It cannot be gotten for gold, Neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof.

16 It cannot be valued with the gold of Ophir, With the precious onyx, or the sapphire.

17 Gold and glass cannot equal it, Neither shall it be exchanged for jewels of fine gold.

18 No mention shall be made of coral or of crystal: Yea, the price of wisdom is above rubies.

19 The topaz of Ethiopia shall not equal it, Neither shall it be valued with pure gold.

20 Whence then cometh wisdom? And where is the place of understanding?

21 Seeing it is hid from the eyes of all living, And kept close from the birds of the heavens.

22 Destruction and Death say, We have heard a rumor thereof with our ears.

23 God understandeth the way thereof, And he knoweth the place thereof.

24 For he looketh to the ends of the earth, And seeth under the whole heaven;

25 To make a weight for the wind: Yea, he meteth out the waters by measure.

26 When he made a decree for the rain, And a way for the lightning of the thunder;

27 Then did he see it, and declare it; He established it, yea, and searched it out.

28 And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; And to depart from evil is understanding.

Job 29

1 And Job again took up his parable, and said,

2 Oh that I were as in the months of old, As in the days when God watched over me;

3 When his lamp shined upon my head, And by his light I walked through darkness;

4 As I was in the ripeness of my days, When the friendship of God was upon my tent;

5 When the Almighty was yet with me, And my children were about me;

6 When my steps were washed with butter, And the rock poured me out streams of oil!

7 When I went forth to the gate unto the city, When I prepared my seat in the street,

8 The young men saw me and hid themselves, And the aged rose up and stood;

9 The princes refrained from talking, And laid their hand on their mouth;

10 The voice of the nobles was hushed, And their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.

11 For when the ear heard me, then it blessed me; And when the eye saw me, it gave witness unto me:

12 Because I delivered the poor that cried, The fatherless also, that had none to help him.

13 The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me; And I caused the widow’s heart to sing for joy.

14 I put on righteousness, and it clothed me: My justice was as a robe and a diadem.

15 I was eyes to the blind, And feet was I to the lame.

16 I was a father to the needy: And the cause of him that I knew not I searched out.

17 And I brake the jaws of the unrighteous, And plucked the prey out of his teeth.

18 Then I said, I shall die in my nest, And I shall multiply my days as the sand:

19 My root is spread out to the waters, And the dew lieth all night upon my branch;

20 My glory is fresh in me, And my bow is renewed in my hand.

21 Unto me men gave ear, and waited, And kept silence for my counsel.

22 After my words they spake not again; And my speech distilled upon them.

23 And they waited for me as for the rain; And they opened their mouth wide as for the latter rain.

24 I smiled on them, when they had no confidence; And the light of my countenance they cast not down.

25 I chose out their way, and sat as chief, And dwelt as a king in the army, As one that comforteth the mourners.