Job 27
1 And Job continued speaking:
2 “As surely as God lives, who has taken away my rights, the Almighty, who has made me unhappy,
3 as long as I am alive and God’s breath of life is in my nose,
4 my lips will not speak evil, and my tongue will not tell a lie.
5 I will never agree you are right; until I die, I will never stop saying I am innocent.
6 I will insist that I am right; I will not back down. My conscience will never bother me.
7 “Let my enemies be like evil people, my foes like those who are wrong.
8 What hope do the wicked have when they die, when God takes their life away?
9 God will not listen to their cries when trouble comes to them.
10 They will not find joy in the Almighty, even though they call out to God all the time.
11 “I will teach you about the power of God and will not hide the ways of the Almighty.
12 You have all seen this yourselves. So why are we having all this talk that means nothing?
13 “Here is what God has planned for evil people, and what the Almighty will give to cruel people:
14 They may have many children, but the sword will kill them. Their children who are left will never have enough to eat.
15 Then they will die of disease and be buried, and the widows will not even cry for them.
16 The wicked may heap up silver like piles of dirt and have so many clothes they are like piles of clay.
17 But good people will wear what evil people have gathered, and the innocent will divide up their silver.
18 The houses the wicked build are like a spider’s web, like a hut that a guard builds.
19 The wicked are rich when they go to bed, but they are rich for the last time; when they open their eyes, everything is gone.
20 Fears come over them like a flood, and a storm snatches them away in the night.
21 The east wind will carry them away, and then they are gone, because it sweeps them out of their place.
22 The wind will hit them without mercy as they try to run away from its power.
23 It will be as if the wind is clapping its hands; it will whistle at them as they run from their place.
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.