1 And Job went on with his discourse and said:
2 "As God lives, who has denied me justice, and the Almighty, who has embittered my soul,
3 for as long as my breath remains in me, and the breath of God is in my nostrils,
4 my lips shall not speak wrong, nor my tongue murmur falsehood.
5 Never will I grant that you are right; until I breathe my last I will not give up my integrity.
6 My righteousness I grip and will not release; my heart does not reproach me for any of my days.
7 May my enemy be like the wicked, and my opponent like the unjust.
8 For what is the hope of the godless when God cuts him off, when God draws out his life?
9 Will God listen to his cry when trouble comes on him?
10 Will he delight himself in the Almighty, and call upon God at every time?
11 I will instruct you concerning the hand of God; what is in the Almighty's mind I will not conceal.
12 Look, you have all seen it for yourselves; why then have you become so utterly vain?
13 Here is the wicked man's portion from God, the inheritance tyrants get from the Almighty:
14 If his sons multiply, it is for the sword, and his offspring will not have their fill of bread.
15 Those he leaves behind will be buried by the plague, and his widows will not mourn.
16 Though he amasses silver like dust and lays up garments like mounds of clay,
17 he may lay them up, but the righteous will put them on, and the innocent will share out the silver.
18 The house he builds is like a moth's, like a hut put up by a watchman.
19 He goes to bed rich, but he will not be gathered; he opens his eyes, and he is gone.
20 Terrors catch him like floodwaters; by night a storm steals him away.
21 The east wind picks him up, and off he goes; it whirls him out of his place.
22 It flings itself on him and does not spare; he flees in haste from its grip.
23 It claps its hands at him and hiss him out of his place.