Job 27

I Will Not Put Away My Integrity

1Job again took up his discourse and said: 2“As God lives, who has taken away my justice,
and the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter, 3as long as my breath is in me
and the spirit of God is in my nostrils, 4my lips will surely not speak injustice,
and my tongue will not utter deceit. 5Far be it from me to declare you righteous!
Until I expire, I will not put away my integrity from me. 6I hold fast my righteousness and will not let it go;
my heart does not reproach me for any of my days.

Let My Enemy Be Like the Wicked

7Let my enemy be like the wicked,
and the one who rises against me like the unjust. 8For what is the hope of the godless when God cuts him off,
when God takes away his life? 9Will God hear his cry
when distress comes upon him? 10Will he delight himself in the Almighty?
Will he call upon God at all times?

I Will Teach You About the Hand of God

11I will teach you about the hand of God;
what is with the Almighty I will not conceal. 12Look, all of you have seen it.
Why then do you become completely empty?

This Is the Portion of a Wicked Man

13This is the portion of a wicked man with God,
and the inheritance ruthless people receive from the Almighty: 14If his children multiply, it is for the sword,
and his offspring will not be satisfied with bread. 15Those who survive him will be buried by death,
and his widows will not weep. 16Though he heaps up silver like dust
and prepares clothing like clay, 17he may prepare it, but the righteous will wear it,
and the innocent will divide the silver. 18He builds his house like a moth,
like a shelter a watchman makes. 19He lies down rich, but he will not do so again;
he opens his eyes, and it is gone. 20Terrors overtake him like waters;
at night a whirlwind steals him away. 21The east wind carries him away, and he is gone;
it sweeps him from his place. 22It hurls itself against him and does not spare;
he desperately flees from its hand. 23It claps its hands at him
and hisses him out of his place.”