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   The Book of Job.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
[1]    AND Job again took up his parable, and said,
[2]  As God liveth, who hath taken away my right,
And the Almighty, who hath vexed 1 my soul;
[3]  (For 2 my life is yet whole in me,
And the spirit of God is in my nostrils;)
[4]  Surely my lips shall 3 not speak unrighteousness,
Neither shall 4 my tongue utter deceit.
[5]  Far be it from me that I should justify you:
Till I die I will not put away mine integrity from me.
[6]  My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go:
My heart shall 5 not reproach me so long as I live.
[7]  Let mine enemy be as the wicked,
And let him that riseth up against me be as the unrighteous.
[8]    For what is the hope of the godless, though 6 he get him gain,
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,
And call upon God at all times?
[11]  I will teach you concerning 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 become altogether vain?
[13]  This is the portion of a wicked man with God,
And the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from 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 make no lamentation.
[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 the moth,
And as a booth which the keeper maketh.
[19]  He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers;
He openeth his eyes, and he is not.
[20]  Terrors overtake him like waters;
A tempest stealeth him away in the night.
[21]  The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth;
And it sweepeth him out of his place.
[22]  For God shall hurl at 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.
Note 1. Heb. made my soul bitter. [back]
Note 2. Or, All the while my breath is in me … nostrils; surely. [back]
Note 3. Or, do. [back]
Note 4. Or, doth. [back]
Note 5. Or, doth not reproach me for any of my days. [back]
Note 6. Or, when God cutteth him off, When he taketh &c. [back]


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