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27 1-2 I swear by the living Almighty God,
    who refuses me justice and makes my life bitter—
    as long as God gives me breath,
    my lips will never say anything evil,
    my tongue will never tell a lie.
I will never say that you men are right;
    I will insist on my innocence to my dying day.
I will never give up my claim to be right;
    my conscience is clear.

May all who oppose me and fight against me
    be punished like the wicked and the unrighteous.
What hope is there for the godless
    in the hour when God demands their life?
When trouble comes, will God hear their cries?
10 They should have desired the joy he gives;
    they should have constantly prayed to him.

11 Let me teach you how great is God's power,
    and explain what Almighty God has planned.
12 But no, after all, you have seen for yourselves;
    so why do you talk such nonsense?

[Zophar][a]

13 This is how Almighty God
    punishes wicked, violent people.
14 They may have many sons,
    but all will be killed in war;
    their children never have enough to eat.
15 Those who survive will die from disease,
    and even their widows will not mourn their death.
16 The wicked may have too much silver to count
    and more clothes than anyone needs;
17 but some good person will wear the clothes,
    and someone honest will get the silver.
18 The wicked build houses like a spider's web[b]
    or like the hut of a slave guarding the fields.
19 One last time[c] they will lie down rich,
    and when they wake up, they will find their wealth gone.
20 Terror will strike like a sudden flood;
    a wind in the night will blow them away;
21     the east wind will sweep them from their homes;
22     it will blow down on them without pity
    while they try their best to escape.
23 The wind howls at them as they run,
    frightening them with destructive power.

Footnotes

  1. Job 27:13 Zophar is not named in the text, but this speech is usually assigned to him.
  2. Job 27:18 Some ancient translations spider's web; Hebrew moth or bird's nest.
  3. Job 27:19 Some ancient translations One last time; Hebrew They will not be gathered.

Job Maintains His Integrity

27 Job again took up his discourse and said:(A)

“As God lives, who has taken away my right,
    and the Almighty,[a] who has made my soul bitter,(B)
as long as my breath is in me
    and the spirit of God is in my nostrils,
my lips will not speak falsehood,
    and my tongue will not utter deceit.(C)
Far be it from me to say that you are right;
    until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.(D)
I hold fast my righteousness and will not let it go;
    my heart will not reproach me as long as I live.(E)

“May my enemy be like the wicked,
    and may my opponent be like the unrighteous.
For what is the hope of the godless when God cuts them off,
    when God takes away their lives?(F)
Will God hear their cry
    when trouble comes upon them?(G)
10 Will they take delight in the Almighty?[b]
    Will they call upon God at all times?(H)
11 I will teach you concerning the hand of God;
    that which is with the Almighty[c] I will not conceal.
12 All of you have seen it yourselves;
    why then have you become altogether vain?

13 “This is the portion of the wicked with God
    and the heritage that oppressors receive from the Almighty:[d](I)
14 If their children are multiplied, it is for the sword,
    and their offspring have not enough to eat.(J)
15 Those who survive them the pestilence buries,
    and their widows make no lamentation.(K)
16 Though they heap up silver like dust
    and pile up clothing like clay,(L)
17 they may pile it up, but the just will wear it,
    and the innocent will divide the silver.(M)
18 They build their houses like nests,
    like booths made by sentinels of the vineyard.
19 They go to bed with wealth but will do so no more;
    they open their eyes, and it is gone.(N)
20 Terrors overtake them like a flood;
    in the night a whirlwind carries them off.(O)
21 The east wind lifts them up, and they are gone;
    it sweeps them out of their place.(P)
22 It[e] hurls at them without pity;
    they flee from its[f] power in headlong flight.(Q)
23 It[g] claps its[h] hands at them
    and hisses at them from its[i] place.(R)

Footnotes

  1. 27.2 Traditional rendering of Heb Shaddai
  2. 27.10 Traditional rendering of Heb Shaddai
  3. 27.11 Traditional rendering of Heb Shaddai
  4. 27.13 Traditional rendering of Heb Shaddai
  5. 27.22 Or He (that is, God)
  6. 27.22 Or his
  7. 27.23 Or He (that is, God)
  8. 27.23 Or his
  9. 27.23 Or his

27 Iyov continued his speech:

“I swear by the living God,
who is denying me justice,
and by Shaddai,
who deals with me so bitterly,
that as long my life remains in me
and God’s breath is in my nostrils,
my lips will not speak unrighteousness,
or my tongue utter deceit.
Far be it from me to say you are right;
I will keep my integrity till the day I die.
I hold to my righteousness; I won’t let it go;
my heart will not shame me as long as I live.

“May my enemy meet the doom of the wicked;
my foe the fate of the unrighteous.
For what hope does the godless have from his gain
when God takes away his life?
Will God hear his cry
when trouble comes upon him?
10 Will he take delight in Shaddai
and always call on God?

11 “I am teaching you how God uses his power,
not hiding what Shaddai is doing.
12 Look, you all can see for yourselves;
so why are you talking such empty nonsense?

13 “This is God’s reward for the wicked man,
the heritage oppressors receive from Shaddai:
14 if his sons become many, they go to the sword;
and his children never have enough to eat.
15 Those of his who remain are buried by plague,
and their widows do not weep.
16 Even if he piles up silver like dust
and stores away clothing [in mounds] like clay —
17 he may collect it, but the just will wear it,
and the upright divide up the silver.
18 He builds his house weak as a spider’s web,
as flimsy as a watchman’s shack.
19 He may lie down rich, but his wealth yields nothing;
when he opens his eyes, it isn’t there.
20 Terrors overtake him like a flood;
at night a whirlwind steals him away.
21 The east wind carries him off, and he’s gone;
it sweeps him far from his place.
22 Yes, it hurls itself at him, sparing nothing;
he does all he can to flee from its power.
23 [People] clap their hands at him in derision
and hiss him out of his home.

No Place to Hide

27 1-6 Having waited for Zophar, Job now resumed his defense:

“God-Alive! He’s denied me justice!
    God Almighty! He’s ruined my life!
But for as long as I draw breath,
    and for as long as God breathes life into me,
I refuse to say one word that isn’t true.
    I refuse to confess to any charge that’s false.
There is no way I’ll ever agree to your accusations.
    I’ll not deny my integrity even if it costs me my life.
I’m holding fast to my integrity and not loosening my grip—
    and, believe me, I’ll never regret it.

7-10 “Let my enemy be exposed as wicked!
    Let my adversary be proven guilty!
What hope do people without God have when life is cut short?
    when God puts an end to life?
Do you think God will listen to their cry for help
    when disaster hits?
What interest have they ever shown in the Almighty?
    Have they ever been known to pray before?

11-12 “I’ve given you a clear account of God in action,
    suppressed nothing regarding God Almighty.
The evidence is right before you. You can all see it for yourselves,
    so why do you keep talking nonsense?

13-23 “I’ll quote your own words back to you:

“‘This is how God treats the wicked,
    this is what evil people can expect from God Almighty:
Their children—all of them—will die violent deaths;
    they’ll never have enough bread to put on the table.
They’ll be wiped out by the plague,
    and none of the widows will shed a tear when they’re gone.
Even if they make a lot of money
    and are resplendent in the latest fashions,
It’s the good who will end up wearing the clothes
    and the decent who will divide up the money.
They build elaborate houses
    that won’t survive a single winter.
They go to bed wealthy
    and wake up poor.
Terrors pour in on them like flash floods—
    a tornado snatches them away in the middle of the night,
A cyclone sweeps them up—gone!
    Not a trace of them left, not even a footprint.
Catastrophes relentlessly pursue them;
    they run this way and that, but there’s no place to hide—
Pummeled by the weather,
    blown to smithereens by the storm.’”