1: And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: -- 2: God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter. 3: For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils. 4: My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit. 5: Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me. 6: On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live. 7: As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse. 8: For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul? 9: His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him? 10: On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times? 11: I shew you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I hide not. 12: Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why [is] this -- ye are altogether vain? 13: This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive. 14: If his sons multiply -- for them [is] a sword. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread. 15: His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep. 16: If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing, 17: He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth [it] on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion. 18: He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made. 19: Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not. 20: Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind. 21: Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place, 22: And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth. 23: It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.
