Job, CHAPTER 27
Job took up his theme again and said:
As God lives, who takes away my right,
the Almighty, who has made my life bitter,
So long as I still have life breath in me,
the breath of God in my nostrils,
My lips shall not speak falsehood,
nor my tongue utter deceit!
Far be it from me to account you right;
till I die I will not renounce my innocence.
My justice I maintain and I will not relinquish it;
my heart does not reproach me for any of my days.
Let my enemy be as the wicked
and my adversary as the unjust!
For what hope has the impious when he is cut off,
when God requires his life?
Will God then listen to his cry
when distress comes upon him,
If he delights in the Almighty
and calls upon God constantly?
I will teach you what is in God’s hand,
and the way of the Almighty I will not conceal.
Look, you yourselves have all seen it;
why do you spend yourselves in empty words!
This is the portion of the wicked with God,
the heritage oppressors receive from the Almighty:
Though his children be many, the sword awaits them.
His descendants shall want for bread.
His survivors shall be buried in death;
their widows shall not weep.
Though he heap up silver like dust
and store away mounds of clothing,
What he has stored the righteous shall wear,
and the innocent shall divide the silver.
He builds his house as of cobwebs,
or like a booth put up by a watchman.
He lies down a rich man, one last time;
he opens his eyes―nothing is there.
Terrors flood over him like water,
at night the tempest carries him off.
The east wind seizes him and he is gone;
it sweeps him from his place;
It hurls itself at him without pity,
as he tries to flee from its power.
It claps its hands at him,
and whistles at him from its place.