Verse 7
Job 27:7
Literal Standard Version
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My enemy is as the wicked, || And my withstander as the perverse.
Original Language Text
hebrew
יְהִ֣י כְ֭/רָשָׁע אֹ֣יְבִ֑/י וּ/מִתְקוֹמְמִ֥/י כְ/עַוָּֽל
English Translation
Let my enemy be as the wicked, and let the one who rises up against me be as injustice.
AI translation from hebrew via gpt-4o-mini
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Chapter 27 Context
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And Job adds to lift up his allegory and says:
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“God (Elohim) lives! He turned aside my judgment, || And the Mighty—He made my soul bitter.
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For all the while my breath is in me, || And the wind of God (Elohim) in my nostrils.
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My lips do not speak perverseness, || And my tongue does not utter deceit.
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Defilement to me—if I justify you, || Until I expire I do not turn aside my integrity from me.
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On my righteousness I have laid hold, || And I do not let it go, || My heart does not reproach me wh...
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My enemy is as the wicked, || And my withstander as the perverse.
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For what is the hope of the profane, || When He cuts off? When God (Elohim) casts off his soul?
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Does God (Elohim) hear his cry, || When distress comes on him?
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Does he delight himself on the Mighty? Call God (Elohim) at all times?
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I show you by the hand of God (Elohim), || That which is with the Mighty I do not hide.
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Behold, you—all of you—have seen, || And why is this—you are altogether vain?
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This is the portion of wicked man with God (Elohim), || And the inheritance of terrible ones || They...
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If his sons multiply—a sword is for them. And his offspring are not satisfied with bread.
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His remnant are buried in death, || And his widows do not weep.
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If he heaps up silver as dust, || And prepares clothing as clay,
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He prepares—and the righteous puts it on, || And the innocent apportions the silver.
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He has built his house as a moth, || And as a shelter a watchman has made.
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He lies down rich, and he is not gathered, || He has opened his eyes, and he is not.
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Terrors overtake him as waters, || By night a whirlwind has stolen him away.
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An east wind takes him up, and he goes, || And it frightens him from his place,
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And it casts at him, and does not spare, || He diligently flees from its hand.
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It claps its hands at him, || And it hisses at him from his place.”
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