A reading from the book of Job.

And Job again took up his discourse and said,

As God lives, who has taken away my right,

and the Almighty who has made my soul bitter,

as long as my breath is in me and the spirit of God is in my nostrils,

my lips will not speak falsehood,

and my tongue will not utter deceit. Far be it from me to say that you are right. Till I die, I will not speak falsehood and my tongue will not utter deceit far be it from me to say that you are right

till i die i will not put away my integrity from me i hold fast my righteousness and will not let it go

my heart does not reproach me for any of my days let my enemy be as the wicked and let him who rises up

against me be as the unrighteous for what is the hope of the godless when God cuts him off? When God takes away his life? Will God hear his cry? When distress comes upon him? Will he take delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times? I will teach you concerning the hand of God. What is with the Almighty I will not conceal.

Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves. Why then have you become altogether vain?

This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage that oppressors receive from the Almighty.

If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword, and his descendants have not enough bread.

Those who survive him the pestilence berries, and his descendants have not enough bread. Those who survive him,

the pestilence buries, and his widows do not weep, though he heap up silver like dust,

and pile up clothing like clay. He may pile it up, but the righteous will wear it, and the

innocent will divide the silver. He builds his house like a moss, like a booth that a watchman

makes. He goes to bed rich, but will do so no more. He opens his eyes, and his wealth is gone. Terrorers overtake him like a flood. In the night, a whirlwind carries him off. The east wind lifts him up, and he is gone. It sweeps him out of his place. It hurls at him without pity. He flees from its power in headlong flight.

It claps its hands at him and hisses at him from its place. Surely there is a mine for silver

and a place for gold that they refine. Iron is taken out of the earth and copper is smelted from

the ore. Man puts an end to darkness and searches out to the farthest limit,

the oar and gloom and deep darkness. He opens shafts in a valley away from where anyone lives.

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