1 Moreover Job continued his parable, and said, 2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul; 3 All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils; 4 My lips shall not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit. 5 God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove mine integrity from me. 6 My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
7 Let mine enemy be as the wicked, and he that riseth up against me as the unrighteous. 8 For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul? 9 Will God hear his cry when trouble cometh upon him? 10 Will he delight himself in the Almighty? will he always call upon God?
11 I will teach you by the hand of God: that which is with the Almighty will I not conceal. 12 Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye thus altogether vain? 13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressors, which they shall receive of the Almighty. 14 If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword: and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread. 15 Those that remain of him shall be buried in death: and his widows shall not weep. 16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay; 17 He may prepare it , but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver. 18 He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh. 19 The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not. 20 Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night. 21 The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place. 22 For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand. 23 Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.
Ījabs saglabā godīgumu
1 Ījabs turpināja savu runu, sacīdams:
2 “Dzīvs Dievs! Viņš man atņēmis tiesu!
Visuvarenais man dvēseli sarūgtinājis!
3 Kamēr vēl manī ir dvaša
un Dieva elpa man nāsīs,
4 manas lūpas nerunās melus un mana mēle nesacīs viltu.
5 Nemūžam neatzīšu, ka jums taisnība!
Kamēr dzīvs, savu krietnumu nenoliegšu,
6 pie savas taisnības turēšos,
neatlaidīšos, nenopelšu nevienu savu dienu!
7 Lai manam naidniekam ir kā ļaundarim
un manam pretiniekam kā netaisnajam!
8 Ko vēl bezgodis cer? Viņu nocirtīs!
Izraus viņam dvēseli Dievs!
9 Vai viņa kliedzienu Dievs izdzirdēs,
kad pār viņu nāks posts?
10 Vai tas par Visuvareno priecāsies,
piesauks Dievu ik reizi.
11 Mācīšu jums, kas Dievam rokā,
kas Visuvarenajam ir, neslēpšu jums.
12 Redzi, jūs paši redzējāt –
ko tad vēl niekus melšat!
13 Tādu daļu Dievs ļaundarim dod,
tādu varmākas no Visuvarenā manto:
14 ja tam daudz dēlu, zobens tos kaus,
un viņa atvasēm nepietiks maizes!
15 Kas tam paglābsies, tos nāve apraks,
un atraitnes viņu neapraudās.
16 Lai tas kā pīšļus sudrabu krauj
un kā dubļus apģērbu krāj,
17 ko tas iekrāj, to taisnais ģērbs,
un tā sudrabu šķīstais dalīs.
18 Kā kode tas sev namu dara,
kā sargs savu būdu slej,
19 bagāts apguļas, bet tāds nepaliek:
atdara acis – un vairs nekā!
20 Kā ūdeņi pār to šaušalas nāk,
naktī to viesulis aizrauj,
21 saķer to austrenis – un prom,
aizpūš no viņa vietas,
22 uzklūp tam un nesaudzē,
kaut bēgtin tas bēg no viņa!
23 Citi tam plaukšķina nopakaļ
un izsvilpj no viņa vietas.
