HiobKapitel 27

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And Job took up his discourse again and said:
As God lives, who has denied me justice, as the Almighty lives, who has made my soul bitter—
as long as there is breath in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils,
my lips will speak no wrong, and my tongue will utter no deceit.
Far be it from me to say that you are right; till my last breath I will not let go of my integrity.
I hold fast to my righteousness and will not release it; my heart does not reproach me for any of my days.
Let my enemy be counted as the wicked, and the one who rises against me as the unjust.
For what hope has the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?
Will he take delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times?
I will teach you about the hand of God; what is with the Almighty I will not conceal.
Look, all of you have seen it for yourselves; why then do you go on with such empty talk?
This is the portion a wicked man receives from God, the inheritance that tyrants get from the Almighty:
If his children increase, it is for the sword, and his offspring will never have bread enough.
Those he leaves behind are buried by the plague, and his widows do not weep for him.
Though he piles up silver like dust and heaps up clothing like clay,
what he heaps up the righteous will wear, and the innocent will divide his silver.
He builds his house like a moth's cocoon, like a shelter a watchman throws together.
He lies down rich, but he will not be gathered; he opens his eyes, and it is gone.
Terrors overtake him like rushing waters; in the night a whirlwind steals him away.
The east wind lifts him up, and he is gone; it hurls him from his place.
It flings itself against him without mercy; he flees headlong from its grip.
It claps its hands at him and hisses him out of his place.