1Moreover Job continued his discourse, and said,

2As God lives, who has taken away my right; and the Almighty, who has made bitter my soul;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

16Though he heap up silver as the dust, and pile up clothing as the clay;

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

18He builds his house like a moth, and like a booth that the keeper makes.

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

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

21The east wind carries him away, and he is gone: and as a storm hurls him out of his place.

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

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