Job 27:7–23

⁷As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse. ⁸For what is the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul? ⁹His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him? ¹⁰On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?

¹¹I shew you by the hand of God, That which is with the Mighty I hide not. ¹²Lo, ye—all of you—have seen, And why is this—ye are altogether vain? ¹³This is the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive. ¹⁴If his sons multiply—for them is a sword. And his offspring are not satisfied with bread. ¹⁵His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep. ¹⁶If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing, ¹⁷He prepareth—and the righteous putteth it on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion. ¹⁸He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made. ¹⁹Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not. ²⁰Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind. ²¹Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place, ²²And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth. ²³It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.

Chapter 28