Job 27

1  Moreover Job continued his parable, and said,

2  As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;

3  All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;

4  My lips shall not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit.

5  God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove mine integrity from me.

6  My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.

7  Let mine enemy be as the wicked, and he that riseth up against me as the unrighteous.

8  For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul?

9  Will God hear his cry when trouble cometh upon him?

10  Will he delight himself in the Almighty? will he always call upon God?

11  I will teach you by the hand of God: that which is with the Almighty will I not conceal.

12  Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye thus altogether vain?

13  This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressors, which they shall receive of the Almighty.

14  If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword: and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.

15  Those that remain of him shall be buried in death: and his widows shall not weep.

16  Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay;

17  He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.

18  He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh.

19  The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not.

20  Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night.

21  The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place.

22  For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.

23  Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.