New Revised Standard (NRS)
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1 Job again took up his discourse and s…
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Job again took up his discourse and said:
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"As God lives, who has taken away my right, and the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter,
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as long as my breath is in me and the spirit of God is in my nostrils,
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my lips will not speak falsehood, and my tongue will not utter deceit.
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Far be it from me to say that you are right; until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
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I hold fast my righteousness, and will not let it go; my heart does not reproach me for any of my days.
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"May my enemy be like the wicked, and may my opponent be like the unrighteous.
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For what is the hope of the godless when God cuts them off, when God takes away their lives?
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Will God hear their cry when trouble comes upon them?
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Will they take delight in the Almighty? Will they call upon God at all times?
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I will teach you concerning the hand of God; that which is with the Almighty I will not conceal.
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All of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?
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"This is the portion of the wicked with God, and the heritage that oppressors receive from the Almighty:
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If their children are multiplied, it is for the sword; and their offspring have not enough to eat.
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Those who survive them the pestilence buries, and their widows make no lamentation.
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Though they heap up silver like dust, and pile up clothing like clay—
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they may pile it up, but the just will wear it, and the innocent will divide the silver.
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They build their houses like nests, like booths made by sentinels of the vineyard.
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They go to bed with wealth, but will do so no more; they open their eyes, and it is gone.
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Terrors overtake them like a flood; in the night a whirlwind carries them off.
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The east wind lifts them up and they are gone; it sweeps them out of their place.
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It hurls at them without pity; they flee from its power in headlong flight.
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It claps its hands at them, and hisses at them from its place.