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.