as long as my breath is still in me
and the breath from God remains in my nostrils,

For what hope does the godless man have when he is cut off,
when God takes away his life?

As God lives, who has deprived me of justice,
and the Almighty who has made me bitter,

I will never affirm that you are right.
I will maintain my integrity until I die.

This is a wicked man’s lot from God,
the inheritance the ruthless receive from the Almighty.

Job continued his discourse, saying:

The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon
or a booth set up by a watchman.

Will he delight in the Almighty?
Will he call on God at all times?

I will cling to my righteousness and never let it go.
My conscience will not accuse me as long as I live!

An east wind picks him up, and he is gone;
it carries him away from his place.

Though he piles up silver like dust
and heaps up a wardrobe like clay—

It claps its hands at him
and scorns him from its place.

Terrors overtake him like a flood;
a storm wind sweeps him away at night.

Will God hear his cry
when distress comes on him?

Those who survive him will be buried by the plague,
yet their widows will not weep for them.

my lips will not speak unjustly,
and my tongue will not utter deceit.

He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more;
when he opens his eyes, it is gone.

It blasts at him without mercy,
while he flees desperately from its grasp.

Even if his children increase, they are destined for the sword;
his descendants will never have enough food.

I will teach you about God’s power.
I will not conceal what the Almighty has planned.

he may heap it up, but the righteous will wear it,
and the innocent will divide up his silver.

May my enemy be like the wicked
and my opponent like the unjust.

All of you have seen this for yourselves,
why do you keep up this empty talk?