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Job continued his discourse, saying:
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As God lives, who has deprived me of justice, and the Almighty who has made me bitter,
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as long as my breath is still in me and the breath from God remains in my nostrils,
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my lips will not speak unjustly, and my tongue will not utter deceit.
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I will never affirm that you are right. I will maintain my integrity until I die.
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I will cling to my righteousness and never let it go. My conscience will not accuse [me] as long as I live!
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May my enemy be like the wicked and my opponent like the unjust.
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For what hope does the godless man have when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
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Will God hear his cry when distress comes on him?
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Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he call on God at all times?
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I will teach you about God's power. I will not conceal what the Almighty has planned.
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All of you have seen [this] for yourselves, why do you keep up this empty talk?
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This is a wicked man's lot from God, the inheritance the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
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Even if his children increase, they are destined for the sword; his descendants will never have enough food.
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Those who survive him will be buried by the plague, yet their widows will not weep [for them].
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Though he piles up silver like dust and heaps up a wardrobe like clay--
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he may heap [it] up, but the righteous will wear [it], and the innocent will divide up his silver.
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The house he built is like a moth's [cocoon] or a booth set up by a watchman.
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He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, it is gone.
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Terrors overtake him like a flood; a storm wind sweeps him away at night.
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An east wind picks him up, and he is gone; it carries him away from his place.
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It blasts at him without mercy, while he flees desperately from its grasp.
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It claps its hands at him and scorns him from its place.
