| 1 | And Job continued his discourse: | |
| 2 | "As surely as God lives, who has denied me justice, the Almighty, who has made me taste bitterness of soul, | |
| 3 | as long as I have life within me, the breath of God in my nostrils, | |
| 4 | my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will utter no deceit. | |
| 5 | I will never admit you are in the right; till I die, I will not deny my integrity. | |
| 6 | I will maintain my righteousness and never let go of it; my conscience will not reproach me as long as I live. | |
| 7 | "May my enemies be like the wicked, my adversaries like the unjust! | |
| 8 | For what hope has the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life? | |
| 9 | Does God listen to his cry when distress comes upon him? | |
| 10 | Will he find delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times? | |
| 11 | "I will teach you about the power of God; the ways of the Almighty I will not conceal. | |
| 12 | You have all seen this yourselves. Why then this meaningless talk? | |
| 13 | "Here is the fate God allots to the wicked, the heritage a ruthless man receives from the Almighty: | |
| 14 | However many his children, their fate is the sword; his offspring will never have enough to eat. | |
| 15 | The plague will bury those who survive him, and their widows will not weep for them. | |
| 16 | Though he heaps up silver like dust and clothes like piles of clay, | |
| 17 | what he lays up the righteous will wear, and the innocent will divide his silver. | |
| 18 | The house he builds is like a moth's cocoon, like a hut made by a watchman. | |
| 19 | He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone. | |
| 20 | Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest snatches him away in the night. | |
| 21 | The east wind carries him off, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place. | |
| 22 | It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power. | |
| 23 | It claps its hands in derision and hisses him out of his place. | |