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1 Job
again took up
his parable,
and said,
2 “As God
lives, who has
taken away my
right,
the Almighty, who
has made my
soul bitter
3 (for
the length of my
life is still
in me,
and the spirit
of God is in
my nostrils);
4 surely my
lips will not
speak unrighteousness,
neither will my
tongue utter
deceit.
5 Far
be it from
me that I should
justify you.
Until I die
I will not
put away my
integrity from me.
6 I
hold fast to
my righteousness,
and will not
let it go.
My heart will
not reproach me
so long as
I live.
7 “Let
my enemy be as
the wicked.
Let him who
rises up against
me be as
the unrighteous.
8 For
what is the
hope of the
godless, when he
is cut off,
when God takes
away his life?
9 Will God
hear his cry
when trouble comes
on him?
10 Will
he delight himself
in the Almighty,
and call on God
at all times?
11 I
will teach you
about the hand
of God.
I will not
conceal that which
is with the
Almighty.
12 Behold,
all of you
have seen it
yourselves;
why then have
you become altogether
vain?
13 “This
is the portion
of a wicked
man with God,
the heritage of
oppressors, which
they receive from
the Almighty.
14 If
his children are
multiplied, it is
for the sword.
His offspring
will not be
satisfied with
bread.
15 Those who
remain of him
will be buried
in death.
His widows will make
no lamentation.
16 Though he
heap up silver
as the dust,
and prepare clothing
as the clay;
17 he may
prepare it, but
the just will
put it on,
and the innocent
will divide the
silver.
18 He
builds his house
as the moth,
as a booth
which the watchman
makes.
19 He
lies down rich,
but he will
not do so again.
He opens his
eyes, and he
is not.
20 Terrors
overtake him like
waters.
A storm steals
him away in
the night.
21 The
east wind carries
him away, and
he departs.
It sweeps him out
of his place.
22 For
it hurls at him,
and does not
spare,
as he flees
away from his
hand.
23 Men will
clap their hands
at him,
and will hiss
him out of
his place.