Job 27

² As God lives, who withholds my deserts, the Almighty, who has made bitter my soul,

³ So long as I still have life in me and the breath of God is in my nostrils,

⁴ My lips shall not speak falsehood, nor my tongue utter deceit!

⁵ Far be it from me to account you right; till I die I will not renounce my innocence.

⁶ My justice I maintain and I will not relinquish it; my heart does not reproach me for any of my days.

⁷ Let my enemy be as the wicked and my adversary as the unjust!

⁸ For what can the impious man expect when he is cut off, when God requires his life?

⁹ Will God then attend to his cry when calamity comes upon him?

¹⁰ Will he then delight in the Almighty and call upon him constantly?

¹¹ I will teach you the manner of God's dealings, and the way of the Almighty I will not conceal.

¹² Behold, you yourselves have all seen it; why then do you spend yourselves in idle words!

¹³ This is the portion of a wicked man from God, the inheritance an oppressor receives from the Almighty:

¹⁴ Though his children be many, the sword is their destiny. His offspring shall not be filled with bread.

¹⁵ His survivors, when they die, shall have no burial, and their widows shall not be mourned.

¹⁶ Though he heap up silver like dust and store away mounds of clothing,

¹⁷ What he has stored the just man shall wear, and the innocent shall divide the silver.

¹⁸ He builds his house as of cobwebs, or like a booth put up by the vine-keeper.

¹⁹ He lies down a rich man, one last time; he opens his eyes and nothing remains to him.

²⁰ Terrors rush upon him by day; at night the tempest carries him off.

²¹ The storm wind seizes him and he disappears; it sweeps him out of his place.