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Job.
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Chapter 27.
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Job again took up his parable, and said,
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“As God lives, who has taken away my right, the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter
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(for the length of my life is still in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils);
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surely my lips will not speak unrighteousness, neither will my tongue utter deceit.
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Far be it from me that I should justify you. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
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I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go. My heart will not reproach me so long as I live.
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“Let my enemy be as the wicked. Let him who rises up against me be as the unrighteous.
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For what is the hope of the godless, when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
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Will God hear his cry when trouble comes on him?
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Will he delight himself in the Almighty, and call on God at all times?
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I will teach you about the hand of God. I will not conceal that which is with the Almighty.
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Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?
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“This is the portion of a wicked man with God, the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from the Almighty.
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If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword. His offspring will not be satisfied with bread.
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Those who remain of him will be buried in death. His widows will make no lamentation.
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Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare clothing as the clay;
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he may prepare it, but the just will put it on, and the innocent will divide the silver.
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He builds his house as the moth, as a booth which the watchman makes.
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He lies down rich, but he will not do so again. He opens his eyes, and he is not.
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Terrors overtake him like waters. A storm steals him away in the night.
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The east wind carries him away, and he departs. It sweeps him out of his place.
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For it hurls at him, and does not spare, as he flees away from his hand.
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Men will clap their hands at him, and will hiss him out of his place.
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