Job 27:1-17 ▼

1 And Job adds to lift up his allegory and says:

2 “God lives! He turned aside my judgment, || And the Mighty—He made my soul bitter.

3 For all the while my breath [is] in me, || And the wind of God in my nostrils.

4 My lips do not speak perverseness, || And my tongue does not utter deceit.

5 Defilement to me—if I justify you, || Until I expire I do not turn aside my integrity from me.

6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, || And I do not let it go, || My heart does not reproach me while I live.

7 My enemy is as the wicked, || And my withstander as the perverse.

8 For what [is] the hope of the profane, || When He cuts off? When God casts off his soul?

9 [Does] God hear his cry, || When distress comes on him?

10 Does he delight himself on the Mighty? Call God at all times?

11 I show you by the hand of God, || That which [is] with the Mighty I do not hide.

12 Behold, you—all of you—have seen, || And why [is] this—you are altogether vain?

13 This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, || And the inheritance of terrible ones || They receive from the Mighty.

14 If his sons multiply—a sword [is] for them. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.

15 His remnant are buried in death, || And his widows do not weep.

16 If he heaps up silver as dust, || And prepares clothing as clay,

17 He prepares—and the righteous puts [it] on, || And the innocent apportions the silver.