Job 27

1 Moreover Job continued his parable, and said,

2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment;
And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;
3 All the while my breath is in me,
And the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
4 My lips shall not speak wickedness,
Nor my tongue utter deceit.
5 God forbid that I should justify you:
Till I die I will not remove 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 he that riseth up against me as the unrighteous.

8 For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained,
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?
Will he always call upon God?
11 I will teach you by 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 thus altogether vain?

13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God,
And the heritage of oppressors, which they shall receive of 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 not weep.
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 a moth,
And as a booth that the keeper maketh.
19 The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered:
He openeth his eyes, and he is not.
20 Terrors take hold on him as waters,
A tempest stealeth him away in the night.
21 The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth:
And as a storm hurleth him out of his place.
22 For God shall cast upon 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.