Job

¹ And Job continued his discourse:

² the Almighty, who has made me taste bitterness of soul,

³ the breath of God in my nostrils,

⁴ and my tongue will utter no deceit.

⁵ till I die, I will not deny my integrity.

⁶ my conscience will not reproach me as long as I live.

⁷ my adversaries like the unjust!

⁸ when God takes away his life?

⁹ when distress comes upon him?

¹⁰ Will he call upon God at all times?

¹¹ the ways of the Almighty I will not conceal.

¹² Why then this meaningless talk?

¹³ the heritage a ruthless man receives from the Almighty:

¹⁴ his offspring will never have enough to eat.

¹⁵ and their widows will not weep for them.

¹⁶ and clothes like piles of clay,

¹⁷ and the innocent will divide his silver.

¹⁸ like a hut made by a watchman.

¹⁹ when he opens his eyes, all is gone.

²⁰ a tempest snatches him away in the night.

²¹ it sweeps him out of his place.

²² as he flees headlong from its power.

²³ and hisses him out of his place.