27 And Job proceeded again to lift up his proverbial utterance+ and went on to say:
2 “As God lives,+ who has taken away my judgment,+
And as the Almighty [lives], who has made my soul bitter,+
3 While my breath is yet whole within me,
And the spirit of God is in my nostrils,+
4 My lips will speak no unrighteousness
And my own tongue will mutter no deceit!
5 It is unthinkable on my part that I should declare YOU men righteous!+
Until I expire I shall not take away my integrity+ from myself!
6 On my justness I have laid hold, and I shall not let it go;+
My heart will not taunt [me] for any of my days.+
7 Let my enemy become in every way a wicked man,+
And the one revolting against me really a wrongdoer.
8 For what is the hope of an apostate in case he cuts [him] off,+
In case God carries off his soul from him?+
9 Will God hear an outcry of his
In case distress comes upon him?+
10 Or in the Almighty will he find exquisite delight?
Will he call to God at all times?
11 I shall instruct YOU men by the hand of God;
That which is with the Almighty I shall not hide.+
12 Look! YOU yourselves have all of YOU seen visions;
So why is it that YOU show yourselves utterly vain?+
13 This is the share of the wicked man from God;+
And the inheritance of the tyrants they will receive from the Almighty himself.
14 If his sons become many, it is for a sword;+
And his descendants themselves will not have enough food.
15 His own survivors will be buried during a deadly plague,
And their own widows will not weep.+
16 If he should pile up silver like dust itself,
And he should prepare attire just as if clay,
17 He would prepare, but the righteous would be the one to clothe himself,+
And in the silver the innocent would be the one to have a share.
18 He has built his house like a mere moth,
And like a booth+ that a watchman has made.
19 Rich he will lie down, but nothing will be gathered;
His eyes he has opened, but there will be nothing.+
20 Like waters sudden terrors will overtake him;+
At night a storm wind will certainly steal him away.
21 An east wind will carry him off+ and he will go away,
And it will whirl him away from his place.+
22 And it will hurl itself at him and have no compassion;+
From its power he will without fail try to run away.+
23 One will clap his hands at him+
And will whistle+ at him from his place.