Job 27
27
1Job continued his discourse, saying:
2As God lives, who has deprived me of justice,#Jb 19:6; 34:5
and the Almighty who has made me bitter,#Ex 1:14; Ru 1:20; Jb 3:20
3as long as my breath is still in me
and the breath from God remains in my nostrils,#Gn 2:7; Jb 12:10; 33:4
4my lips will not speak unjustly,
and my tongue will not utter deceit.
5I will never affirm that you are right.
I will maintain my integrity#27:5 Lit will not remove my integrity from me#Jb 2:3,9; 31:6; Pr 11:3 until I die.
6I will cling to my righteousness and never let it go.
My conscience#Ac 24:16; 1Co 4:4; Rv 9:11 will not accuse me as long as I live!
7May my enemy be like the wicked
and my opponent like the unjust.
8For what hope does the godless person#Jb 17:8; 20:5; 36:13 have when he is cut off,
when God takes away his life?#Jb 8:13; Mt 16:26; Lk 12:20
9Will God hear his cry
when distress comes on him?
10Will he delight#Jb 22:26; Ps 37:4; Is 55:2 in the Almighty?
Will he call on God at all times?
11I will teach you about God’s power.
I will not conceal what the Almighty has planned.#27:11 Lit what is with the Almighty
12All of you have seen this for yourselves,
why do you keep up this empty talk?#Jb 2:10; 15:2
13This is a wicked man’s lot#Jb 20:29; 31:2; Ps 17:14 from God,
the inheritance the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
14Even if his children increase, they are destined for the sword;
his descendants will never have enough food.
15Those who survive him will be buried by the plague,
yet their widows will not weep for them.#Jb 18:19; Ps 78:64; Jr 22:10
16Though he piles up silver like dust
and heaps up fine clothing like clay —
17he may heap it up, but the righteous will wear it,
and the innocent will divide up his silver.#Pr 13:22; 28:8; Ec 2:26
18The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon
or a shelter set up by a watchman.#Jb 4:19; Is 1:8; Jnh 4:5
19He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more;
when he opens his eyes, it is gone.
20Terrors overtake him like a flood;#Jb 18:11; 20:25; Jr 6:25
a storm#Jb 21:18; Ps 83:15; Is 29:6 wind sweeps him away at night.
21An east wind picks him up, and he is gone;
it carries him away from his place.
22It blasts at him without mercy,
while he flees desperately from its force.
23It claps#Nm 24:10; Jb 34:37; Lm 2:15 its hands at him
and scoffs at him from its place.
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Job 27
27
Job Continues: I Insist I Am Innocent
1Job continued his poems and said,
2“I swear an oath
by God, the one who has taken away my rights,
by the Almighty, who has made my life bitter:
3‘As long as there is one breath ⌞left⌟ in me
and God’s breath fills my nostrils,
4my lips will not say anything wrong,
and my tongue will not mumble anything deceitful.’
5It’s unthinkable for me to admit that you are right.
Until I breathe my last breath, I will never give up my claim of integrity.
6I cling to my righteousness and won’t let go.
My conscience won’t accuse me as long as I live.
7“Let my enemy be ⌞treated⌟ like wicked people.
Let anyone who attacks me be ⌞treated⌟ like unrighteous people.
8After all, what hope does the godless person have when he is cut off,
when God takes away his life?
9Will God hear his cry when trouble comes upon him?
10Can he be happy with the Almighty?
Can he call on God at all times?
What God Has in Store for Wicked People
11“I will teach you about God’s power.
I will not hide what the Almighty has done.
12Certainly, you have all seen it.
Why then do you chatter on about such nonsense?
13This is what God has waiting for the wicked person,
the inheritance that tyrants receive from the Almighty:
14If he has many children, swords will kill them,
and his descendants won’t have enough food.
15Those who survive him will be buried by a plague,
and their widows won’t cry ⌞for them⌟.
16Though he collects silver like dust
and piles up clothing like dirt,
17righteous people will wear what he piles up,
and the innocent will divide the silver ⌞among themselves⌟.
18He builds his house like a moth,
like a shack that a watchman makes.
19He may go to bed rich, but he’ll never be rich again.
When he opens his eyes, nothing will be left.
20Terrors overtake him like a flood.
A windstorm snatches him away at night.
21The east wind carries him away, and he’s gone.
It sweeps him from his place.
22It hurls itself at him without mercy.
He flees from its power.
23It claps its hands over him.
It whistles at him from his own place.
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