Job 27

1And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --

1Job also added, taking up his parable, and said:

2God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty--He made my soul bitter.

2As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment, and the Almighty, who hath brought my soul to bitterness,

3For all the while my breath <FI>is<Fi> in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.

3As long as breath remaineth in me, and the spirit of God in my nostrils,

4My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.

4My lips shall not speak iniquity, neither shall my tongue contrive lying.

5Pollution to me--if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.

5God forbid that I should judge you to be just: till I die I will not depart from my innocence.

6On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.

6My justification, which I have begun to hold, I will not forsake: for my heart doth not reprehend me in all my life.

7As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.

7Let my enemy be as the ungodly, and my adversary as the wicked one.

8For what <FI>is<Fi> the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

8For what is the hope of the hypocrite if through covetousness he take by violence, and God deliver not his soul?

9His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

9Will God hear his cry, when distress shall come upon him?

10On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?

10Or can he delight himself in the Almighty, and call upon God at all times?

11I shew you by the hand of God, That which <FI>is<Fi> with the Mighty I hide not.

11I will teach you by the hand of God, what the Almighty hath, and I will not conceal it.

12Lo, ye--all of you--have seen, And why <FI>is<Fi> this--ye are altogether vain?

12Behold you all know it, and why do you speak vain things without cause?

13This <FI>is<Fi> the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.

13This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the inheritance of the violent, which they shall receive of the Almighty.

14If his sons multiply--for them <FI>is<Fi> a sword. And his offspring <FI>are<Fi> not satisfied <FI>with<Fi> bread.

14If his sons be multiplied, they shall be for the sword, and his grandsons shall not be filled with bread.

15His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

15They that shall remain of him, shall be buried in death, and his widows shall not weep.

16If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,

16If he shall heap together silver as earth, and prepare raiment as clay,

17He prepareth--and the righteous putteth <FI>it<Fi> on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.

17He shall prepare indeed, but the just man shall be clothed with it: and the innocent shall divide the silver.

18He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

18He hath built his house as a moth, and as a keeper he hath made a booth.

19Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

19The rich man when he shall sleep shall take away nothing with him: he shall open his eyes and find nothing.

20Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

20Poverty like water shall take hold on him, a tempest shall oppress him in the night:

21Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

21A burning wind shall take him up, and carry him away, and as a whirlwind shall snatch him from his place.

22And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

22And he shall cast upon him, and shall not spare: out of his hand he would willingly flee.

23It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.

23He shall clasp his hands upon him, and shall hiss at him, beholding his place.