| Chapter 27 |
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And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: -- |
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God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter. |
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For all the while my breath is in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils. |
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My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit. |
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Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me. |
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On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live. |
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As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse. |
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For what is the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul? |
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His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him? |
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On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times? |
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I shew you by the hand of God, That which is with the Mighty I hide not. |
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Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why is this -- ye are altogether vain? |
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This is the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive. |
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If his sons multiply -- for them is a sword. And his offspring are not satisfied with bread. |
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His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep. |
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If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing, |
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He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth it on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion. |
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He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made. |
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Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not. |
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Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind. |
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Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place, |
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And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth. |
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It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place. |