Job 27

KING JAMES BIBLE	NEW JERUSALEM
1 Moreover Job continued his parable, and said,	1 And Job continued his solemn discourse. He said:
2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;	2 I swear by the living God who denies me justice, by Shaddai who has fil ed me with bitterness,
3 All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;	3 that as long as a shred of life is left in me, and the breath of God breathes in my nostrils,
4 My lips shall not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit.	4 my lips wil never speak evil nor my tongue utter any lie.
5 God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove mine integrity from me.	5 Far from admitting you to be in the right, I shal maintain my integrity to my dying day.
6 My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.	6 I take my stand on my uprightness, I shal not stir: in my heart I need not be ashamed of my days.
7 Let mine enemy be as the wicked, and he that riseth up against me as the unrighteous.	7 Let my enemy meet the fate of the wicked, my adversary, the lot of the evil-doer!
8 For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul?	8 For what hope does the godless have when he prays and raises his soul to God?
9 Will God hear his cry when trouble cometh upon him?	9 Is God likely to hear his cries when disaster descends on him?
10 Will he delight himself in the Almighty? will he always call upon God?	10 Did he make Shaddai al his delight, calling on him at every turn?
11 I will teach you by the hand of God: that which is with the Almighty will I not conceal.	11 But I am showing you the way that God works, making no secret of Shaddai's designs.
12 Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye thus altogether vain?	12 And if you had al understood them for yourselves, you would not have wasted your breath in emptywords.
13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressors, which they shall receive of the Almighty.	13 This is the fate that God assigns to the wicked, the inheritance that the violent receive from Shaddai.
14 If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword: and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.	14 Though he have many children, it is but for the sword; his descendants will never have enough to eat.
15 Those that remain of him shall be buried in death: and his widows shall not weep.	15 Plague will bury those he leaves behind him, and their widows wil have no chance to mourn them.
16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay;	16 Though he amass silver like dust and gather fine clothes like clay,
17 He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.	17 let him gather!-some good man wil wear them, while his silver is shared among the upright.
18 He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh.	18 All he has built himself is a spider's web, made himself a watchman's shack.
19 The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not.	19 He goes to bed rich, but never again: he wakes to find it has al gone. As drought and heat makesnow disappear, so does Sheol anyone who has sinned.
20 Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night.	20 Terror assails him in broad daylight, and at night a whirlwind sweeps him off. The womb that shapedhim forgets him and his name is recal ed no longer. Thus wickedness is blasted as a tree is struck.
21 The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place.	21 An east wind picks him up and drags him away, snatching him up from his homestead. He used to il -treat the childless woman and show no kindness to the widow.
22 For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.	22 Pitilessly he is turned into a target, and forced to flee from the hands that menace him. But he wholays mighty hold on tyrants rises up to take away a life that seemed secure.
23 Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.	23 His downfall is greeted with applause, he is hissed wherever he goes. He is no more than a strawfloating on the water, his estate is accursed throughout the land, nobody goes near his vineyard. He let him buildhis hopes on false security, but kept his eyes on every step he took.
	24 He had his time of glory, now he vanishes, wilting like the saltwort once it is picked, and withering likean ear of corn.