1Job keeps it real and says,

2"As God lives, who took my judgment; and the Almighty, who’s been messing with my vibes;

3While my breath is still here, and God's spirit is in my nostrils;

4My lips won’t spill any wickedness, nor will my tongue drop lies.

5No cap, I won’t justify you: till I die, I’m keeping my integrity on lock.

6I’m holding onto my rizz, and I won’t let it go: my heart won’t call me out as long as I’m alive.

7Let my enemy be like the wicked, and those who rise against me be the unrighteous.

8What’s the hope of a fake, even if they stack up? When God takes their soul, it’s game over.

9Will God even hear their cry when trouble hits?

10Will they vibe with the Almighty? Will they keep calling on God?

11I’ll teach you what God says: I won’t hide what’s with the Almighty.

12Look, you’ve all seen it; so why are you acting all vain?

13This is the fate of a wicked person with God, and the legacy of oppressors they’ll get from the Almighty.

14If their kids multiply, it’s for the sword: and their offspring won’t be satisfied with bread.

15Those left behind will get buried in death: and their widows won’t even cry.

16Even if they stack silver like dust, and prepare clothes like clay;

17They can get it ready, but the righteous will wear it, and the innocent will split the silver.

18They build their house like a moth, and like a tent the keeper sets up.

19The rich will lie down, but they won’t be gathered: they open their eyes, and they’re just gone.

20Terrors grab at them like waters, a storm sweeps them away in the night.

21The east wind carries them off, and they’re outta here: like a storm tossing them from their spot.

22For God will throw down on them, and won’t hold back: they’d wish to escape from His grip.

23People will clap for them, and hiss them out of their spot.

1Moreover Job continued his parable, and said,

2As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;

3All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;

4My lips shall not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit.

5God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove mine integrity from me.

6My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.

7Let mine enemy be as the wicked, and he that riseth up against me as the unrighteous.

8For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul?

9Will God hear his cry when trouble cometh upon him?

10Will he delight himself in the Almighty? will he always call upon God?

11I will teach you by the hand of God: that which is with the Almighty will I not conceal.

12Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye thus altogether vain?

13This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressors, which they shall receive of the Almighty.

14If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword: and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.

15Those that remain of him shall be buried in death: and his widows shall not weep.

16Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay;

17He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.

18He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh.

19The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not.

20Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night.

21The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place.

22For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.

23Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.