1 约伯继续他的讲论， 说： 2 "永活的 神夺去我的公理， 全能者使我心中痛苦。 3 只要我的生命还在我里面， 神赐我的气息还在我鼻孔里， 4 我的嘴唇决不说不义之言， 我的舌头也不讲诡诈之语。 5 我绝对不以你们为是， 我到死也不放弃我的纯全； 6 我坚守我的义决不放松， 我一生的日子我的心必不责备我。 7 愿我的敌人如恶人一般， 愿那起来攻击我的像不义的人一样。 8 不敬虔的人被剪除， 神夺去他性命的时候还有什么指望呢？ 9 患难临到他身上的时候， 神会垂听他的哀求吗？ 10 他以全能者为乐， 时时求告 神吗？ 11 我借 神的能力教导你们， 我不向你们隐瞒全能者的事。 12 你们都亲自见过， 你们为什么成了这么虚妄呢？ 13 这是恶人从 神所得的分， 强暴的人从全能者所得的业。 14 即使他的儿女增多， 还是被刀剑所杀， 他的子孙也必永不得饱食； 15 他的遗族在死人中埋葬， 他的寡妇也都不哀哭。 16 他虽然堆积银子如尘沙， 预备衣服如泥土， 17 他尽管预备， 义人却要穿上； 他的银子， 无辜的人也要瓜分。 18 他建造房屋如蜘蛛结网， 又如守望者所搭的棚。 19 他虽然躺下的时候富有， 却不再这样； 他一张开双眼， 财富就不在了。 20 惊恐必如众水追上他， 暴风在夜间把他刮去。 21 东风把他吹起， 他就消逝； 又把他卷起， 离开原来的地方。 22 神射击他， 毫不留情， 他甚愿快快逃脱 神的手。 23 有人向他拍掌， 发嘶声赶他离开原来的地方。"

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?10 On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?11 I shew you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I hide not.12 Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why [is] this -- ye are altogether vain?13 This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.14 If his sons multiply -- for them [is] a sword. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.15 His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.16 If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,17 He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth [it] on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.18 He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.19 Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.20 Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.21 Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,22 And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.23 It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.