Job 27 — NETB

27Verse 1And Job took up his discourse again:^{Verse 2}“As surely as God lives, who has denied me justice,
the Almighty, who has made my life bitter –
^{Verse 3}for while my spirit is still in me,
and the breath from God is in my nostrils,
^{Verse 4}my lips will not speak wickedness,
and my tongue will whisper no deceit.
^{Verse 5}I will never declare that you three are in the right;
until I die, I will not set aside my integrity!
^{Verse 6}I will maintain my righteousness
and never let it go;
my conscience will not reproach me
for as long as I live.

The Condition of the Wicked

^{Verse 7}“May my enemy be like the wicked,
my adversary like the unrighteous.
^{Verse 8}For what hope does the godless have when he is cut off,
when God takes away his life?
^{Verse 9}Does God listen to his cry
when distress overtakes him?
^{Verse 10}Will he find delight in the Almighty?
Will he call out to God at all times?
^{Verse 11}I will teach you about the power of God;
What is on the Almighty’s mind I will not conceal.
^{Verse 12}If you yourselves have all seen this,
Why in the world do you continue this meaningless talk?
^{Verse 13}This is the portion of the wicked man
allotted by God,
the inheritance that evildoers receive
from the Almighty.
^{Verse 14}If his children increase – it is for the sword!
His offspring never have enough to eat.
^{Verse 15}Those who survive him are buried by the plague,
and their widows do not mourn for them.
^{Verse 16}If he piles up silver like dust
and stores up clothing like mounds of clay,
^{Verse 17}what he stores up a righteous man will wear,
and an innocent man will inherit his silver.
^{Verse 18}The house he builds is as fragile as a moth’s cocoon,
like a hut that a watchman has made.
^{Verse 19}He goes to bed wealthy, but will do so no more.
When he opens his eyes, it is all gone.
^{Verse 20}Terrors overwhelm him like a flood;
at night a whirlwind carries him off.
^{Verse 21}The east wind carries him away, and he is gone;
it sweeps him out of his place.
^{Verse 22}It hurls itself against him without pity
as he flees headlong from its power.
^{Verse 23}It claps its hands at him in derision
and hisses him away from his place.