The Book of Job
1Moreover Job continued his parable, and said, 2As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed 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 mine 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 mine enemy be as the wicked, and he that riseth up against me as the unrighteous. 8For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul? 9Will God hear his cry when trouble cometh 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 ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye 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 be 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 prepare raiment as the clay; 17He may
prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver. 18He buildeth his
house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh. 19The rich man shall lie down, but he
shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not. 20Terrors take hold on him as waters, a
tempest stealeth him away in the night. 21The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and
as a storm hurleth him out of his place. 22For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would
fain flee out of his hand. 23Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.