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New Testament
Job 27
Round Three: Job's Third Speech
2As God lives, he has deprived me of justice.
3Yes, as long as the breath of life is still in me,
as long as the breath from God is still in my nostrils,
4my lips will not speak wickedness,
and my tongue will not murmur deception.
5May I be cursed if I ever admit you are right.
Until I die, I will never deny my integrity.
6I have held tight to my righteousness,
and I will not let it go.
7May my enemy be like the wicked.
May the one who rises up against me be like the unjust.
8For what hope is there for a godless person when God cuts him off,
when God takes away his life?
9Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?
10Will he take delight in the Almighty?
Will he call upon God at all times?
11I will teach you about the hand of God.
I will not hide what the Almighty is doing.
12Listen, all of you have observed this.
So why do you continue to spew forth such worthless vapor?
13This is the allotment a wicked man receives from God,
the inheritance that tyrants receive from the Almighty:
14Although his children are many, they are sent to the sword.
His offspring will not be satisfied with bread.
15Those who survive will be buried by a plague.
They will be buried, and their widows will not weep.
16Though the wicked man piles up silver like dust,
and he accumulates clothing like mounds of clay,
17the righteous will wear what he accumulated,
and the innocent will divide his silver.
18He has built a house, but it will be like a moth's cocoon,
like a shack that a watchman has put up.
19He goes to bed as a rich man,
but his wealth does not remain.
He opens his eyes, and it is all gone.
20Terrors sweep over him like floodwaters.
At night, a strong wind carries him away.
21The east wind lifts him up, and off he goes.
It blows him away from his place.
22It hurls itself at him, and it does not spare him.
He flees from its power as fast as he can.
23It mockingly claps its hands at him
and drives him from his place with hissing.