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1 More­over Job con­tin­ued his para­ble, and said, 2 As God liveth, who hath tak­en away my judg­ment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul; 3 All the while my breath is in me, and the spir­it of God is in my nos­trils; 4 My lips shall not speak wicked­ness, nor my tongue ut­ter de­ceit. 5 God for­bid that I should jus­ti­fy you: till I die I will not re­move mine in­tegri­ty from me. 6 My righ­teous­ness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not re­proach me so long as I live. 7 Let mine en­e­my be as the wicked, and he that riseth up against me as the un­righ­teous. 8 For what is the hope of the hyp­ocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul? 9 Will God hear his cry when trou­ble cometh upon him? 10 Will he de­light him­self in the Almighty? will he al­ways call upon God? 11 I will teach you by the hand of God: that which is with the Almighty will I not con­ceal. 12 Be­hold, all ye your­selves have seen it; why then are ye thus al­to­geth­er vain? 13 This is the por­tion of a wicked man with God, and the her­itage of op­pres­sors, which they shall re­ceive of the Almighty. 14 If his chil­dren be mul­ti­plied, it is for the sword: and his off­spring shall not be sat­is­fied with bread. 15 Those that re­main of him shall be buried in death: and his wid­ows shall not weep. 16 Though he heap up sil­ver as the dust, and pre­pare rai­ment as the clay; 17 He may pre­pare it, but the just shall put it on, and the in­no­cent shall di­vide the sil­ver. 18 He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keep­er maketh. 19 The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gath­ered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not. 20 Ter­rors take hold on him as wa­ters, a tem­pest stealeth him away in the night. 21 The east wind car­ri­eth him away, and he de­parteth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place. 22 For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand. 23 Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.