Today's Readings
3 Tubah 1741
Job 27 : 1 - 28 : 13
| 1 | Moreover Job continued his discourse, and said: |
| 2 | "As God lives, who has taken away my justice, And the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter, |
| 3 | As long as my breath is in me, And the breath of God in my nostrils, |
| 4 | My lips will not speak wickedness, Nor my tongue utter deceit. |
| 5 | Far be it from me That I should say you are right; Till I die I will not put away my integrity from me. |
| 6 | My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go; My heart shall not reproach me as long as I live. |
| 7 | "May my enemy be like the wicked, And he who rises up against me like the unrighteous. |
| 8 | For what is the hope of the hypocrite, Though he may gain much, If God takes away his life? |
| 9 | Will God hear his cry When trouble comes upon him? |
| 10 | Will he delight himself in the Almighty? Will he always call on God? |
| 11 | "I will teach you about the hand of God; What is with the Almighty I will not conceal. |
| 12 | Surely all of you have seen it; Why then do you behave with complete nonsense? |
| 13 | "This is the portion of a wicked man with God, And the heritage of oppressors, received from the Almighty: |
| 14 | If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword; And his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread. |
| 15 | Those who survive him shall be buried in death, And their widows shall not weep, |
| 16 | Though he heaps up silver like dust, And piles up clothing like clay-- |
| 17 | He may pile it up, but the just will wear it, And the innocent will divide the silver. |
| 18 | He builds his house like a moth, Like a booth which a watchman makes. |
| 19 | The rich man will lie down, But not be gathered up; He opens his eyes, And he is no more. |
| 20 | Terrors overtake him like a flood; A tempest steals him away in the night. |
| 21 | The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; It sweeps him out of his place. |
| 22 | It hurls against him and does not spare; He flees desperately from its power. |
| 23 | Men shall clap their hands at him, And shall hiss him out of his place. |
| 1 | "Surely there is a mine for silver, And a place where gold is refined. |
| 2 | Iron is taken from the earth, And copper is smelted from ore. |
| 3 | Man puts an end to darkness, And searches every recess For ore in the darkness and the shadow of death. |
| 4 | He breaks open a shaft away from people; In places forgotten by feet They hang far away from men; They swing to and fro. |
| 5 | As for the earth, from it comes bread, But underneath it is turned up as by fire; |
| 6 | Its stones are the source of sapphires, And it contains gold dust. |
| 7 | That path no bird knows, Nor has the falcon's eye seen it. |
| 8 | The proud lions have not trodden it, Nor has the fierce lion passed over it. |
| 9 | He puts his hand on the flint; He overturns the mountains at the roots. |
| 10 | He cuts out channels in the rocks, And his eye sees every precious thing. |
| 11 | He dams up the streams from trickling; What is hidden he brings forth to light. |
| 12 | "But where can wisdom be found? And where is the place of understanding? |
| 13 | Man does not know its value, Nor is it found in the land of the living. |
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