|And Job again took up his discourse, and said:||Job. Jb.27.1-12|
|"As God lives, who has taken away my right, |
and the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter;
|as long as my breath is in me, |
and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
|my lips will not speak falsehood, |
and my tongue will not utter deceit.
|Far be it from me to say that you are right; |
till I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
|I hold fast my righteousness, and will not let it go; |
my heart does not reproach me for any of my days.
|"Let my enemy be as the wicked, |
and let him that rises up against me be as the unrighteous.
|For what is the hope of the godless when God cuts him off, |
when God takes away his life?
|Will God hear his cry, |
when trouble comes upon him?
|Will he take delight in the Almighty? |
Will he call upon God at all times?
|I will teach you concerning the hand of God; |
what is with the Almighty
I will not conceal.
|Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; |
why then have you become altogether vain?
|"This is the portion of a wicked man with God, |
and the heritage which oppressors receive from the Almighty:
|If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword; |
and his offspring have not enough to eat.
|Those who survive him the pestilence buries, |
and their widows make no lamentation.
|Though he heap up silver like dust,|
and pile up clothing like clay;
|he may pile it up, but the just will wear it, |
and the innocent will divide the silver.
|The house which he builds is like a spider's web, |
like a booth which a watchman makes.
|He goes to bed rich, but will do so no more; |
he opens his eyes, and his wealth is gone.
|Terrors overtake him like a flood; |
in the night a whirlwind carries him off.
|The east wind lifts him up and he is gone; |
it sweeps him out of his place.
|It hurls at him without pity;|
he flees from its power in headlong flight.
|It claps its hands at him, |
and hisses at him from its place.
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