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# Chapter 27
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1. Job continued his discourse, saying:
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2. As God lives, who has deprived me of justice,
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and the Almighty who has made me bitter,
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3. as long as my breath is still in me
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and the breath from God remains in my nostrils,
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4. my lips will not speak unjustly,
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and my tongue will not utter deceit.
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5. I will never affirm that you are right.
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I will maintain my integrity until I die.
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6. I will cling to my righteousness and never let it go.
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My conscience will not accuse me as long as I live!
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7. May my enemy be like the wicked
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and my opponent like the unjust.
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8. For what hope does the godless person have when he is cut off,
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when God takes away his life?
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9. Will God hear his cry
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when distress comes on him?
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10. Will he delight in the Almighty?
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Will he call on God at all times?
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11. I will teach you about God's power.
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I will not conceal what the Almighty has planned.
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12. All of you have seen this for yourselves,
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why do you keep up this empty talk?
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13. This is a wicked man's lot from God,
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the inheritance the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
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14. Even if his children increase, they are destined for the sword;
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his descendants will never have enough food.
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15. Those who survive him will be buried by the plague,
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yet their widows will not weep for them.
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16. Though he piles up silver like dust
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and heaps up fine clothing like clay--
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17. he may heap it up, but the righteous will wear it,
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and the innocent will divide up his silver.
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18. The house he built is like a moth's cocoon
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or a shelter set up by a watchman.
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19. He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more;
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when he opens his eyes, it is gone.
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20. Terrors overtake him like a flood;
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a storm wind sweeps him away at night.
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21. An east wind picks him up, and he is gone;
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it carries him away from his place.
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22. It blasts at him without mercy,
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while he flees desperately from its force.
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23. It claps its hands at him
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and scoffs at him from its place.
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