Then Job again took up his discourse and said,

As God lives, who has taken away my right, And the Almighty, who has embittered my soul,

As long as my breath is in me And the spirit of God is in my nostrils,

Surely my lips will not speak anything wrong, Nor will my tongue utter deceit.

Far be it from me to declare you righteous! Until I die, I will not put away my integrity from me.

To my righteousness I will hold fast, I will not let it go; My heart does not reproach me for any of my days.

May my enemy be like a wicked man, And may he who rises up against me be like someone unjust.

For what is the hope of the profane man when God cuts him off, When He takes away his soul?

Will God hear his cry When distress comes upon him?

Does he take delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times?

I will teach you about the hand of God; What is with the Almighty I will not conceal.

Indeed, all of you have seen it yourselves; And why then have you become altogether vain?

This is the portion with God for a wicked man, And the inheritance that oppressors receive from the Almighty:

If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword; And his offspring will not be satisfied with bread;

Those who remain of him will be buried in death, And his widows will not lament.

Though he heaps up silver like dust And prepares garments like clay,

He may prepare them, but the righteous will wear them; And the innocent will divide the silver.

He builds his house as a moth does And like a hut that a watchman makes.

He lies down rich but will be rich no more; He opens his eyes, and he is not.

Terrors overtake him like waters; At night a whirlwind steals him away.

The east wind carries him off, and he goes; And it sweeps him out of his place.

And God hurls at him and does not spare; He hastily flees from His hand.

Men clap their hands at him And hiss him out of his place.