New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures (nwt, en_US, 2013)

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Job, 27

1 Job continued his discourse,*1 saying:

  1. Lit., “proverb.”

2 “As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice, As the Almighty lives, who has made me*1 bitter,

  1. Or “my soul.”

3 As long as my breath is within me And spirit from God is in my nostrils,

4 My lips will not speak unrighteousness; Nor will my tongue mutter deceit!

5 It is unthinkable for me to declare you men righteous! Until I die, I will not renounce*1 my integrity!

  1. Or “I will not take away from myself; I will maintain.”

6 I will maintain my righteousness and never let it go; My heart will not condemn*1 me as long as I live.*2

  1. Or “taunt.”

  2. Or “for any of my days.”

7 May my enemy become like the wicked, Those assaulting me like the unrighteous.

8 For what hope does the godless man*1 have when he is destroyed, When God takes away his life?*2

  1. Or “the apostate.”

  2. Or “soul.”

9 Will God hear his outcry When distress comes upon him?

10 Or will he find delight in the Almighty? Will he call on God at all times?

11 I will teach you about the power*1 of God; I will not hide anything about the Almighty.

  1. Or possibly, “by the hand.”

12 Look! If you have all seen visions, Why are your speeches completely empty?

13 This is the wicked man’s share from God, The inheritance that tyrants receive from the Almighty.

14 If his sons become many, they will fall by the sword, And his descendants will not have enough food.

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

16 Even if he piles up silver like the dust And stores up fine clothing like the clay,

17 Though he may gather it, The righteous man will wear it, And the innocent will divide up his silver.

18 The house he builds is as fragile as a moth’s cocoon, Like a shelter made by a watchman.

19 He will go to bed rich but will gather nothing; When he opens his eyes, nothing will be there.

20 Terror overtakes him like a flood; A storm snatches him away by night.

21 An east wind will carry him off, and he will be gone; It sweeps him away from his place.

22 It will hurl itself at him without pity As he desperately tries to flee from its force.

23 It claps its hands at him And whistles at him from its place.*1

  1. Or possibly, “They clap their hands at him and whistle at him from their place.”

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