[1] And Job adds to lift up his allegory and says: [2] “God lives! 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 wind of God in my nostrils. [4] My lips do not speak perverseness, || And my tongue does not utter deceit. [5] Defilement to me—if I justify you, || Until I expire I do not turn aside my integrity from me. [6] On my righteousness I have laid hold, || And I do not let it go, || My heart does not reproach me while I live. [7] My enemy is as the wicked, || And my withstander as the perverse. [8] For what [is] the hope of the profane, || When He cuts off? When God casts off his soul? [9] [Does] God hear his cry, || When distress comes on him? [10] Does he delight himself on the Mighty? Call God at all times? [11] I show you by the hand of God, || That which [is] with the Mighty I do not hide. [12] Behold, you—all of you—have seen, || And why [is] this—you are altogether vain? [13] This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, || And the inheritance of terrible ones || They receive from the Mighty. [14] If his sons multiply—a sword [is] for them. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread. [15] His remnant are buried in death, || And his widows do not weep. [16] If he heaps up silver as dust, || And prepares clothing as clay, [17] He prepares—and the righteous puts [it] on, || And the innocent apportions the silver. [18] He has built his house as a moth, || And as a shelter a watchman has made. [19] He lies down rich, and he is not gathered, || He has opened his eyes, and he is not. [20] Terrors overtake him as waters, || By night a whirlwind has stolen him away. [21] An east wind takes him up, and he goes, || And it frightens him from his place, [22] And it casts at him, and does not spare, || He diligently flees from its hand. [23] It claps its hands at him, || And it hisses at him from his place.”
