13 “This is (A)the portion of a wicked person from God,
And the inheritance which (B)tyrants receive from the Almighty:
14 Though his sons are many, [a]they are destined (C)for the sword;
And his (D)descendants will not be satisfied with bread.
15 His survivors will be buried because of the plague,
And [b]their (E)widows will not be able to weep.
16 Though he piles up silver like dust,
And prepares garments as plentiful as the clay,
17 He may prepare it, (F)but the righteous will wear it
And the innocent will divide the silver.
18 He has built his (G)house like the [c]spider’s web,
Or a hut which the watchman has made.
19 He lies down rich, but never [d]again;
He opens his eyes, and (H)it no longer exists.
20 (I)Terrors overtake him like a flood;
A storm steals him away (J)in the night.
21 The east (K)wind carries him away, and he is gone;
For it sweeps him (L)away from his place.
22 For it will hurl at him (M)without mercy;
He will certainly try to (N)flee from its [e]power.
23 People will [f]clap their hands at him,
And will (O)whistle at him from their places.

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Notas al pie

  1. Job 27:14 Lit the sword is for them
  2. Job 27:15 As in ancient versions; Heb his
  3. Job 27:18 As in ancient versions; Heb moth
  4. Job 27:19 As in ancient versions; Heb will be gathered
  5. Job 27:22 Lit hand
  6. Job 27:23 I.e., mock and ridicule him

13 This is the wicked’s portion with God,
    the inheritance that the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
14 If their children increase, they belong to the sword;
    their offspring won’t have enough bread.
15 Their survivors will be buried with the dead;
    their widows won’t weep.
16 If they store up silver like dust,
    amass clothing like clay,
17     they may amass, but the righteous will wear it;
            the innocent will divide the silver.
18 They built their houses like nests,
    like a hut made by a watchman.
19 They lie down rich, but no longer;
    open their eyes, but it’s missing.
20 Terrors overtake them like waters;
        a tempest snatches them by night;
21     an east wind lifts them, and they are gone,
        removes them from their places,
22     throws itself on them without mercy;
        they flee desperately from its force.
23 It claps its hands over them,
    hisses at them from their place.

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