1 Then Job continued his discourse and said,
And the Almighty, who has embittered my soul,
And the breath of God is in my nostrils,
Nor will my tongue mutter deceit.
Till I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
My heart does not reproach any of my days.
The State of the Godless
7 “May my enemy be as the wicked
And my opponent as the unjust.
When God requires his life?
When distress comes upon him?
Will he call on God at all times?
What is with the Almighty I will not conceal.
Why then do you act foolishly?
And the inheritance which tyrants receive from the Almighty.
And his descendants will not be satisfied with bread.
And their widows will not be able to weep.
And prepares garments as plentiful as the clay,
And the innocent will divide the silver.
Or as a hut which the watchman has made.
He opens his eyes, and it is no longer.
A tempest steals him away in the night.
For it whirls him away from his place.
He will surely try to flee from its power.
And will hiss him from his place.