YLT - Job - 27

27:1  And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --

27:2  God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty--He made my soul bitter.

27:3  For all the while my breath is in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.

27:4  My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.

27:5  Pollution to me--if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.

27:6  On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.

27:7  As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.

27:8  For what is the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

27:9  His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

27:10  On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?

27:11  I shew you by the hand of God, That which is with the Mighty I hide not.

27:12  Lo, ye--all of you--have seen, And why is this--ye are altogether vain?

27:13  This is the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.

27:14  If his sons multiply--for them is a sword. And his offspring are not satisfied with bread.

27:15  His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

27:16  If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,

27:17  He prepareth--and the righteous putteth it on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.

27:18  He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

27:19  Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

27:20  Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

27:21  Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

27:22  And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

27:23  It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.