1 A nd Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --

2 G od liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.

3 F or all the while my breath in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.

4 M y lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.

5 P ollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.

6 O n my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.

7 A s the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.

8 F or what the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

9 H is cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

10 O n the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?

11 I shew you by the hand of God, That which with the Mighty I hide not.

12 L o, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why this -- ye are altogether vain?

13 T his the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.

14 I f his sons multiply -- for them a sword. And his offspring not satisfied bread.

15 H is remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

16 I f he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,

17 H e prepareth -- and the righteous putteth on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.

18 H e hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

19 R ich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

20 O vertake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

21 T ake him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

22 A nd it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

23 I t clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.