And Job continued to utter his parable, and said,
God [El] liveth! He hath turned aside my right,{HR}And the Almighty hath embittered my soul;
All the while thy breath [is] in me,{HR}And God’s spirit in my nostrils,
My lips shall not speak wickedness,{HR}Nor my tongue utter deceit.
Abomination to me if I justify you!{HR}Till I expire I will not part from mine integrity:
I hold to my righteousness, and will not let it go:{HR}Of my days my heart reproacheth not.
Mine enemies be as the wicked,{HR}And mine adversary as the unrighteous.
For what [is] the hope of the impure that he shall gain,{HR}When God shall draw out his soul?
Doth God [El] hear his cry when trouble cometh on him?
Doth he delight in the Almighty?{HR}Doth he call on God at all times?
I will teach you of the hand of God:{HR}What [is] with the Almighty I hide not.
Behold, ye all of you have seen;{HR}And why this — years altogether vain?
This [is] the portion of a wicked man with God,{HR}And the heritage of oppressors they receive from the Almighty.
If his children multiply, [it is] for the sword,{HR}And his offspring have not enough of bread;
His residue are buried in death, and their widows weep not.
If he heap up silver as dust, and prepare clothing as clay,
He prepareth, but the righteous shall put [it] on,{HR}And the innocent shall divide the silver.
He hath built his house as a moth,{HR}And as a booth the watchman needeth.
He lieth down, but shall not be gathered;{HR}He openeth his eyes, and he is not.
Terrors overtake him as waters,{HR}By night a tempest stealeth him away.
An east wind taketh him up, and he is gone,{HR}And it sweepeth him out of his place;
And it casteth at him, and spareth not;{HR}From its hand he would gladly flee.
It clappeth its hands at him,{HR}And hisseth him out of his place.