1 And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: — YLT — Job 27:1
2 God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty — He made my soul bitter. YLT — Job 27:2
3 For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils. YLT — Job 27:3
4 My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit. YLT — Job 27:4
5 Pollution to me — if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me. YLT — Job 27:5
6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live. YLT — Job 27:6
7 As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse. YLT — Job 27:7
8 For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul? YLT — Job 27:8
9 His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him? YLT — Job 27:9
10 On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times? YLT — Job 27:10
11 I shew you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I hide not. YLT — Job 27:11
12 Lo, ye — all of you — have seen, And why [is] this — ye are altogether vain? YLT — Job 27:12
13 This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive. YLT — Job 27:13
14 If his sons multiply — for them [is] a sword. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread. YLT — Job 27:14
15 His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep. YLT — Job 27:15
16 If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing, YLT — Job 27:16
17 He prepareth — and the righteous putteth [it] on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion. YLT — Job 27:17
18 He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made. YLT — Job 27:18
19 Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not. YLT — Job 27:19
20 Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind. YLT — Job 27:20
21 Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place, YLT — Job 27:21
22 And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth. YLT — Job 27:22
23 It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place. YLT — Job 27:23