Job Chapter 27    
  1 ¶ Moreover Job continued1 his parable, and said,
  2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed2 my soul;
  3 All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit3 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 long4 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 by5 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: he6 would fain flee out of his hand.
  23 Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.