约伯继续他的讲论，说，
Then Job again took up his discourse and said,

我指着那夺去我的理的永活神，就是那使我魂愁苦的全能者起誓，
As God lives, who has taken away my right, / And the Almighty, who has embittered my soul,

只要我的气息尚在我里面，神的气仍在我的鼻孔内，
As long as my breath is in me / And the spirit of God is in my nostrils,

我的嘴必不说不义之言，我的舌也不发诡诈之语。
Surely my lips will not speak anything wrong, / Nor will my tongue utter deceit.

我绝不称你们为义！我至死必不丢弃自己的纯全。
Far be it from me to declare you righteous! / Until I die, I will not put away my integrity from me.

我持定我的义，必不放松；在我一生的日子，我的心必不责备我。
To my righteousness I will hold fast, I will not let it go; / My heart does not reproach me for any of my days.

愿我的仇敌如恶人一样，愿那起来攻击我的，如不义之人一般。
May my enemy be like a wicked man, / And may he who rises up against me be like someone unjust.

不虔敬的人被神剪除，神夺取其命的时候，他还有什么指望呢？
For what is the hope of the profane man when God cuts him off, / When He takes away his soul?

患难临到他，神岂听他的哀声？
Will God hear his cry / When distress comes upon him?

他岂以全能者为乐，随时呼求神呢？
Does he take delight in the Almighty? / Will he call upon God at all times?

神的作为，我要指教你们；关于全能者的事，我也不隐瞒。
I will teach you about the hand of God; / What is with the Almighty I will not conceal.

你们自己其实也都见过；为何你们竟全然变为虚妄呢？
Indeed, all of you have seen it yourselves; / And why then have you become altogether vain?

恶人在神那里所有的分，强暴人从全能者所得的报，乃是这样：
This is the portion with God for a wicked man, / And the inheritance that oppressors receive from the Almighty:

倘或他的儿女增多，还是被刀剑所杀；他的子孙必不得饱食。
If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword; / And his offspring will not be satisfied with bread;

他所遗留的人，必死而埋葬；他的寡妇也不哀哭。
Those who remain of him will be buried in death, / And his widows will not lament.

他虽堆积银子如尘沙，预备衣服如泥土；
Though he heaps up silver like dust / And prepares garments like clay,

他只管预备，义人却要穿上；他的银子，无辜的人要分取。
He may prepare them, but the righteous will wear them; / And the innocent will divide the silver.

他建造房屋如蠹虫作窝，又如守望者所搭的棚。
He builds his house as a moth does / And like a hut that a watchman makes.

他躺卧时虽然富足，却不再富足；一睁开眼，他的财富就不在了。
He lies down rich but will be rich no more; / He opens his eyes, and he is not.

惊恐如众水将他追上，暴风在夜间将他刮去。
Terrors overtake him like waters; / At night a whirlwind steals him away.

东风把他飘去，又把他刮离本处。
The east wind carries him off, and he goes; / And it sweeps him out of his place.

神要向他射箭，并不留情；他急忙要逃脱神的手。
And God hurls at him and does not spare; / He hastily flees from His hand.

人要向他拍掌，并发叱声，赶他离开本处。
Men clap their hands at him / And hiss him out of his place.