| 1 | And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: -- |
| 2 | God liveth! 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 spirit of God in my nostrils. |
| 4 | My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit. |
| 5 | Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me. |
| 6 | On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live. |
| 7 | As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse. |
| 8 | For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul? |
| 9 | His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him? |
| 10 | On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times? |
| 11 | I shew you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I hide not. |
| 12 | Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why [is] this -- ye are altogether vain? |
| 13 | This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive. |
| 14 | If his sons multiply -- for them [is] a sword. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread. |
| 15 | His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep. |
| 16 | If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing, |
| 17 | He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth [it] on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion. |
| 18 | He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made. |
| 19 | Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not. |
| 20 | Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind. |
| 21 | Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place, |
| 22 | And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth. |
| 23 | It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place. |
