Job 27

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Job holds fast to his integrity

¹Job took up his discourse again and said: ²As God lives, who has denied me justice, \q and the Almighty, who has made my life bitter, ³as long as I still have breath in me \q and the breath of God is in my nostrils, ⁴my lips will not speak what is wrong, \q and my tongue will not utter lies. ⁵Far be it from me to say that you are right; \q until I die \q I will not give up my integrity. ⁶I hold on to my righteousness and will not let it go; \q my conscience does not blame me \q for any day of my life. ⁷Let my enemy be like the wicked, \q and my opponent like the unrighteous. ⁸For what hope does the godless have when God cuts him off, \q when he takes away his life? ⁹Will God hear his cry \q when trouble comes upon him? ¹⁰Will he find delight in the Almighty? \q Will he call on God at all times? ¹¹I will teach you about the power of God; \q what the Almighty has in mind \q I will not hide. ¹²Look, all of you have seen it for yourselves; \q why then do you talk such empty nonsense? ¹³This is the portion a wicked person has from God, \q the inheritance the ruthless receive from the Almighty: ¹⁴If his children are many, they are destined for the sword, \q and his descendants will never have enough to eat. ¹⁵Those who survive him will be buried by the plague, \q and his widows will not mourn. ¹⁶Though he piles up silver like dust \q and stores up clothes like heaps of clay, ¹⁷he may store them up, but the righteous will wear them, \q and the innocent will divide up the silver. ¹⁸The house he builds is like a moth’s cocoon, \q like a shelter put up by a watchman. ¹⁹He lies down rich, but he will not be gathered to his ancestors; \q he opens his eyes, and he is gone. ²⁰Terrors overtake him like a flood; \q in the night a storm carries him off. ²¹The east wind picks him up, and he is gone; \q it sweeps him away from his place. ²²It hurls itself at him without mercy, \q as he flees headlong from its power. ²³It claps its hands at him \q and hisses at him from his place.