[1] Job continued his discourse: [2] “As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice —the Almighty, who has embittered my soul — [3] as long as my breath is still within me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils, [4] my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will not utter deceit. [5] I will never say that you are right; I will maintain my integrity until I die. [6] I will cling to my righteousness and never let go. As long as I live, my conscience will not accuse me. [7] May my enemy be like the wicked and my opponent like the unjust. [8] For what is the hope of the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life? [9] Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him? [10] Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times? [11] I will instruct you in the power of God. I will not conceal the ways of the Almighty. [12] Surely all of you have seen it for yourselves. Why then do you keep up this empty talk? [13] This is the wicked man’s portion from God —the heritage the ruthless receive from the Almighty. [14] Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food. [15] His survivors will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep for them. [16] Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up a wardrobe like clay, [17] what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and his silver will be divided by the innocent. [18] The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman. [19] He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone. [20] Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest sweeps him away in the night. [21] The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place. [22] It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power. [23] It claps its hands at him and hisses him out of his place.[’’]
