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Chapter 27

Collection:The Book of Job and 42 Paintings
Author:Fr. Antonio Oteiza
Type:Painting
Location:Cataloguing Room
Characteristics: Acrylic paint on cardboard
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Chapter 27

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[Job continued reciting his verses and said:]

“As God lives, who denies me justice, and the Almighty, who fills me with bitterness: as long as I have breath in me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils, my lips will speak no falsehood and my tongue will utter no lies!

Far be it from me to admit that you are right! Until my last breath I will maintain my integrity; I will hold fast to my innocence and never yield it. My conscience does not reproach me for a single one of my days.

May my enemy be found guilty and my adversary unjust.

[Zophar spoke and said:]

What hope remains for the godless when his thread of life is cut, when God takes away his life?

Will God hear his complaints when distress overtakes him?

Was the Almighty his delight? Did he call upon God at all times?

I will explain to you the power of God; I will not conceal from you what the Almighty has decreed. If you have all witnessed it yourselves, why do you keep repeating empty words?

This is the fate God reserves for the wicked, the inheritance that tyrants receive from the Almighty: if he has many children, they are destined for the sword, and his descendants will not have enough bread to satisfy them. Those who survive will be buried by pestilence, and their widows will not mourn them. Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up garments like clay, the innocent will wear them and the righteous will inherit his silver. The house he builds will be like a moth’s shelter, like a watchman’s hut. If he lies down rich, it will be for the last time; when he opens his eyes, nothing will remain.

By day terrors assail him; by night the hurricane carries him away. The east wind sweeps him off, and the whirlwind tears him from his place. It drives him on without mercy, while he tries desperately to flee in every direction.

As he leaves his place, they greet him with clapping and whistles.”

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