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