Their portion is cursed in the earth: He shall be no more remembered; And wickedness shall be broken as a tree. He evil entreateth the barren that beareth not: And doeth not good to the widow. He draweth also the mighty with his power: He riseth up, and no man is sure of life. Though it be given him to be in safety, whereon he resteth; Yet his eyes are upon their ways. They are exalted for a little while, but are gone and brought low; They are taken out of the way as all other, And if it be not so now, who will make me a liar, And make my speech nothing worth? Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said, Or how can he be clean that is born of a woman? Behold even to the moon, and it shineth not; How much less man, that is a worm? But Job answered and said, How hast thou helped him that is without power? How savest thou the arm that hath no strength? How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom? And how hast thou plentifully declared the thing as it is? To whom hast thou uttered words? And whose spirit came from thee? Dead things are formed from under the waters, And the inhabitants thereof. Hell is naked before him, And destruction hath no covering. He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, And hangeth the earth upon nothing. He bindeth up the waters in his thick clouds; And the cloud is not rent under them. He holdeth back the face of his throne, He hath compassed the waters with bounds, And are astonished at his reproof. He divideth the sea with his power, And by hir understanding he smiteth through the proud. By his spirit he hath garnished the heavens; But how little a portion is heard of him? Moreover Job continued his parable, and said, ment; And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul; And the spirit of God is in my nostrils; God forbid that I should justify you: me. My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: My heart shall not reproach me so long as I live. Let mine enemy be as the wicked, And he that riseth up against me as the unright eous. For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, When God taketh away his soul? Will God hear his cry When trouble cometh upon him? Will he delight himself in the Almighty? I will teach you by the hand of God: That which is with the Almighty will I not conceal. Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye thus altogether vain? This is the portion of a wicked man with God, And the heritage of oppressors, which they shall receive of the Almighty. If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword: And his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread. Those that remain of him shall be buried in death: And his widows shall not weep. Though he heap up silver as the dust, And prepare raiment as the clay; He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, He buildeth his house as a moth, And as a booth that the keeper maketh. The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: He openeth his eyes, and he is not. A tempest stealeth him away in the night. The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: Surely there is a vein for the silver, And brass is molten out of the stone. He setteth an end to darkness, and searcheth out all perfection: The stones of darkness, and the shadow of death. They are dried up, they are gone away from men. There is a path which no fowl knoweth, |