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
No Place to Hide
1-6Having waited for Zophar, Job now resumed his defense:
“God-Alive! He’s denied me justice!
God Almighty! He’s ruined my life!
But for as long as I draw breath,
and for as long as God breathes life into me,
I refuse to say one word that isn’t true.
I refuse to confess to any charge that’s false.
There is no way I’ll ever agree to your accusations.
I’ll not deny my integrity even if it costs me my life.
I’m holding fast to my integrity and not loosening my grip—
and, believe me, I’ll never regret it.
7-10“Let my enemy be exposed as wicked!
Let my adversary be proven guilty!
What hope do people without God have when life is cut short?
when God puts an end to life?
Do you think God will listen to their cry for help
when disaster hits?
What interest have they ever shown in the Almighty?
Have they ever been known to pray before?
11-12“I’ve given you a clear account of God in action,
suppressed nothing regarding God Almighty.
The evidence is right before you. You can all see it for yourselves,
so why do you keep talking nonsense?
13-23“I’ll quote your own words back to you:
“‘This is how God treats the wicked,
this is what evil people can expect from God Almighty:
Their children—all of them—will die violent deaths;
they’ll never have enough bread to put on the table.
They’ll be wiped out by the plague,
and none of the widows will shed a tear when they’re gone.
Even if they make a lot of money
and are resplendent in the latest fashions,
It’s the good who will end up wearing the clothes
and the decent who will divide up the money.
They build elaborate houses
that won’t survive a single winter.
They go to bed wealthy
and wake up poor.
Terrors pour in on them like flash floods—
a tornado snatches them away in the middle of the night,
A cyclone sweeps them up—gone!
Not a trace of them left, not even a footprint.
Catastrophes relentlessly pursue them;
they run this way and that, but there’s no place to hide—
Pummeled by the weather,
blown to smithereens by the storm.’”
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