¹ Moreover Job continued his parable, and said, 

² As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul; 

³ All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils; 

⁴ My lips shall not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit. 

⁵ God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove mine integrity from me. 

⁶ My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live. 

⁷ Let mine enemy be as the wicked, and he that riseth up against me as the unrighteous. 

⁸ For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul? 

⁹ Will God hear his cry when trouble cometh upon him? 

¹⁰ Will he delight himself in the Almighty? will he always call upon God? 

¹¹ I will teach you by the hand of God: that which is with the Almighty will I not conceal. 

¹² Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye thus altogether vain? 

¹³ This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressors, which they shall receive of the Almighty. 

¹⁴ If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword: and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread. 

¹⁵ Those that remain of him shall be buried in death: and his widows shall not weep. 

¹⁶ Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay; 

¹⁷ He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver. 

¹⁸ He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh. 

¹⁹ The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not. 

²⁰ Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night. 

²¹ The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place. 

²² For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand. 

²³ Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.