1. And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --
2. God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty--He made my soul bitter.
3. For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
4. My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.
5. Pollution to me--if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.
6. On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.
7. As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.
8. For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?
9. His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?