Job 20

Then responded Zophar the Naamathite, and said:— Not so, do my thoughts answer me, and to this end, is my haste within me: The correction meant to confound me, I must hear, but, the spirit—out of my understanding, will give me a reply. Knowest thou, this—from antiquity, from the placing of man upon earth:— That, the joy-shout of the lawless, is short, and, the rejoicing of the impious, for a moment? Though his elevation mount up to the heavens, and, his head, to the clouds, doth reach, Like his own stubble, shall he utterly perish, They who had seen him, shall say, Where is he? Like a dream, shall he fly away, and they shall not find him, yea he shall be chased away, as a vision of the night. The eye that hath scanned him, shall not do it again, neither, any more, shall his place behold him:

10 His children, shall seek the favour of the poor, and, his own hand, shall give back his wealth. 11 His bones, are full of youthful vigour, yet, with him—in the dust, shall it lie down. 12 Though, a sweet taste in his mouth, be given by vice, though he hide it under his tongue; 13 Though he spare it, and will not let it go, but retain it in the midst of his mouth, 14 His food, in his stomach, is changed, the gall of adders, within him! 15 Wealth, hath he swallowed, and hath vomited the same, Out of his belly, shall, GOD, drive it forth: 16 The poison of adders, shall he suck, The tongue of the viper shall slay him; 17 Let him not see in the channels the flowings of torrents of honey and milk. 18 In vain, he toiled, he shall not swallow, like wealth to be restored, in which he cannot exult! 19 For he hath oppressed—hath forsaken the poor, A house, hath he seized, which he cannot rebuild. 20 Surely he hath known no peace in his inmost mind,—With his dearest thing, shall he not get away: 21 Nothing escaped his devouring greed,—For this cause, shall his prosperity not continue: 22 When his abundance is gone, he shall be in straits, All the power of distress, shall come upon him.

23 It shall be that, to fill his belly, he will thrust at him the glow of his anger, and rain [it] upon him for his punishment. 24 He shall flee from the armour of iron,—There shall pierce him, a bow of bronze! 25 He hath drawn it out, and it hath come forth out of his back,—yea the flashing arrow-head, out of his gall, There shall march on him—terrors: 26 Every misfortune, is laid up for his treasures,—There shall consume, a fire, not blown up,—it shall destroy what remaineth in his tent: 27 The heavens shall reveal his iniquity, and, the earth, be rising up against him: 28 The increase of his house shall vanish, melting away in the day of his anger. 29 This, is the portion of the lawless man, from God, and the inheritance decreed him from the Mighty One.

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