Job 27

And Job again took up his parable, and said,

As God liveth, who hath taken away my right,

(For my life is yet whole in me,

Surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness,

Far be it from me that I should justify you:

My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go:

Let mine enemy be as the wicked,

For what is the hope of the godless, though he get him gain,

Will God hear his cry,

Will he delight himself in the Almighty,

I will teach you concerning the hand of God;

Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it;

This is the portion of a wicked man with God,

If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword;

Those that remain of him shall be buried in death,

Though he heap up silver as the dust,

He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on,

He buildeth his house as the moth,

He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers;

Terrors overtake him like waters;

The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth;

For God shall hurl at him, and not spare:

Men shall clap their hands at him,