Job 27

1 For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth. 2 And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I shall see my God. 3 Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this my hope is laid up in my bosom. 4 Why then do you say now: Let us persecute him, and let us find occasion of word against him? 5 Flee then from the face of the sword, for the sword is the revenger of iniquities: and know ye that there is a judgment. 7 Then Sophar the Naamathite answered, and said: 8 Therefore various thoughts succeed one another in me, and my mind is hurried away to different things. 9 The doctrine with which thou reprovest me, I will hear, and the spirit of my understanding shall answer for me. 10 This I know from the beginning, since man was placed upon the earth, 11 That the praise of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment. 12 If his pride mount up even to heaven, and his head touch the clouds: 13 In the end he shall be destroyed like a dunghill, and they that had seen him, shall say: Where is he? 14 As a dream that fleeth away he shall not be found, he shall pass as a vision of the night: 15 The eyes that had seen him, shall see him no more, neither shall his place any more behold him. 16 His children shall be oppressed with want, and his hands shall render to him his sorrow. 17 His bones shall be filled with the vices of his youth, and they shall sleep with him in the dust. 18 For when evil shall be sweet in his mouth, he will hide it under his tongue. 19 He will spare it, and not leave it, and will hide it in his throat. 20 His bread in his belly shall be turned into the gall of asps within him, 21 The riches which he hath swallowed, he shall vomit up, and God shall draw them out of his belly. 22 He shall suck the head of asps, and the viper’s tongue shall kill him. 23 Let him not see the streams of the river, the brooks of honey and of butter.