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CH. 27
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And Job continued his discourse:
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³ªÀÇ ÀǸ¦ »©¾ÑÀ¸½Å Çϳª´Ô ³ªÀÇ ¿µÈ¥À» ±«·Ó°Ô ÇϽŠÀü´ÉÀÚÀÇ »ç½ÉÀ» °¡¸®ÄÑ ¸Í¼¼Çϳë´Ï

"As surely as God lives, who has denied me justice, the Almighty, who has made me taste bitterness of soul,
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(³ªÀÇ »ý¸íÀÌ ¾ÆÁ÷ ³» ¼Ó¿¡ ¿ÏÀüÈ÷ ÀÖ°í Çϳª´ÔÀÇ ±â¿îÀÌ ¿ÀÈ÷·Á ³» ÄÚ¿¡ ÀÖ´À´Ï¶ó)

as long as I have life within me, the breath of God in my nostrils,
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°áÄÚ ³» ÀÔ¼úÀÌ ºÒÀǸ¦ ¸»ÇÏÁö ¾Æ´ÏÇÏ¸ç ³» Çô°¡ ±ËÈáÀ» ¹ßÇÏÁö ¾Æ´ÏÇϸ®¶ó

my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will utter no deceit.
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³ª´Â ´ÜÁ¤ÄÚ ³ÊÈñ¸¦ ¿Ç´Ù ÇÏÁö ¾Æ´ÏÇÏ°Ú°í Á×±â Àü¿¡´Â ³ªÀÇ ¼øÀüÇÔÀ» ¹ö¸®Áö ¾ÊÀ» °ÍÀ̶ó

I will never admit you are in the right; till I die, I will not deny my integrity.
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³»°¡ ³» ÀǸ¦ ±»°Ô Àâ°í ³õÁö ¾Æ´ÏÇϸ®´Ï ÀÏÆò»ý ³» ¸¶À½ÀÌ ³ª¸¦ Ã¥¸ÁÄ¡ ¾Æ´ÏÇϸ®¶ó

I will maintain my righteousness and never let go of it; my conscience will not reproach me as long as I live.
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³ªÀÇ ´ëÀûÀº ¾ÇÀÎ °°ÀÌ µÇ°í ÀϾ ³ª¸¦ Ä¡´Â ÀÚ´Â ºÒÀÇÇÑ ÀÚ °°ÀÌ µÇ±â¸¦ ¿øÇϳë¶ó

"May my enemies be like the wicked, my adversaries like the unjust!
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»ç°îÇÑ ÀÚ°¡ ÀÌÀÍÀ» ¾ò¾úÀ¸³ª Çϳª´ÔÀÌ ±× ¿µÈ¥À» ÃëÇÏ½Ç ¶§¿¡´Â ¹«½¼ ¼Ò¸ÁÀÌ ÀÖÀ¸·ª

For what hope has the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
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ȯ³­ÀÌ ±×¿¡°Ô ÀÓÇÒ ¶§¿¡ Çϳª´ÔÀÌ ¾îÂî ±× ºÎ¸£Â¢À½À» µéÀ¸½Ã·ª

Does God listen to his cry when distress comes upon him?
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±×°¡ ¾îÂî Àü´ÉÀÚ¸¦ ±â»µÇÏ°Ú´À³Ä Ç×»ó Çϳª´Ô²² ºÒ·¯ ¾Æ·Ú°Ú´À³Ä

Will he find delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times?
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Çϳª´ÔÀÇ ÇϽô ÀÏÀ» ³»°¡ ³ÊÈñ¿¡°Ô °¡¸£Ä¥ °ÍÀÌ¿ä Àü´ÉÀÚÀÇ ¶æÀ» ³»°¡ ¼û±âÁö ¾Æ´ÏÇϸ®¶ó

"I will teach you about the power of God; the ways of the Almighty I will not conceal.
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³ÊÈñ°¡ ´Ù ÀÌ°ÍÀ» º¸¾Ò°Å´Ã ¾îÂîÇÏ¿© ¾ÆÁÖ ÇãźÇÑ »ç¶÷ÀÌ µÇ¾ú´Â°í

You have all seen this yourselves. Why then this meaningless talk?
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¾ÇÀÎÀÌ Çϳª´Ô²² ¾òÀ» ºÐ±ê, °­Æ÷ÀÚ°¡ Àü´ÉÀÚ¿¡°Ô ¹ÞÀ» »ê¾÷Àº ÀÌ°ÍÀ̶ó

"Here is the fate God allots to the wicked, the heritage a ruthless man receives from the Almighty:
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±× ÀÚ¼ÕÀÌ ¹ø¼ºÇÏ¿©µµ Ä®À» À§ÇÔÀÌ¿ä ±× ÈÄ¿¹´Â ½Ä¹°¿¡ ¹èºÎ¸£Áö ¸øÇÒ °ÍÀ̸ç

However many his children, their fate is the sword; his offspring will never have enough to eat.
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±× ³²Àº ÀÚ´Â ¿°º´À¸·Î ¹¯È÷¸®´Ï ±×ÀÇ °úºÎµéÀÌ ¿ïÁö ¸øÇÒ °ÍÀ̸ç

The plague will bury those who survive him, and their widows will not weep for them.
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±×°¡ ºñ·Ï ÀºÀ» Ƽ²ø °°ÀÌ ½×°í ÀǺ¹À» ÁøÈë °°ÀÌ ¿¹ºñÇÒÁö¶óµµ

Though he heaps up silver like dust and clothes like piles of clay,
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±× ¿¹ºñÇÑ °ÍÀ» ÀÇÀÎÀÌ ÀÔÀ» °ÍÀÌ¿ä ±× ÀºÀº ¹«ÁËÀÚ°¡ ³ª´­ °ÍÀ̸ç

what he lays up the righteous will wear, and the innocent will divide his silver.
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±× ÁöÀº ÁýÀº Á»ÀÇ Áý °°°í »óÁ÷±ºÀÇ Ãʸ· °°À» °ÍÀ̸ç

The house he builds is like a moth's cocoon, like a hut made by a watchman.
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ºÎÀÚ·Î ´©¿ì³ª ±× Á¶»ó¿¡°Ô·Î µ¹¾Æ°¡Áö ¸øÇÒ °ÍÀÌ¿ä ´«À» ¶áÁï ¾ø¾îÁ³À¸¸®¶ó

He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone.
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µÎ·Á¿òÀÌ ¹° °°ÀÌ ±×¸¦ µû¶ó ¹ÌÄ¥ °ÍÀÌ¿ä ÆødzÀÌ ¹ã¿¡ ±×¸¦ »©¾Ñ¾Æ°¥ °ÍÀ̸ç

Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest snatches him away in the night.
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µ¿Ç³ÀÌ ±×¸¦ ³¯·Á º¸³»¸ç ±× ó¼Ò¿¡¼­ ¸ô¾Æ ³»¸®¶ó

The east wind carries him off, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
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Çϳª´ÔÀÌ ±×¸¦ ¾Æ³¢Áö ¾Æ´ÏÇÏ½Ã°í ½î½Ã³ª´Ï ±×°¡ ±× ¼Õ¿¡¼­ ÇÇÇÏ·Á ÇÏ¿©µµ ¸øÇÒ °ÍÀ̶ó

It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power.
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»ç¶÷µéÀÌ ¹ÚÀåÇÏ¸ç ºñ¼ÒÇÏ°í ±× Ã³¼Ò¿¡¼­ ¸ô¾Æ³»¸®¶ó

It claps its hands in derision and hisses him out of his place.