Job 27

    Chapter 27

    Job asserts his righteousness—When the wicked are buried in death, terrors will take hold of them.

    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 awickedness, nor my tongue utter bdeceit.

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

    6 My arighteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not breproach 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 ahope of the hypocrite, though he hath bgained, when God taketh away his soul?

    9 Will God ahear his bcry when trouble cometh upon him?

    10 Will he delight himself in the aAlmighty? 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 aoppressors, which they shall receive of the Almighty.

    14 If his achildren 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 araiment 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 aclap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.