33 He will cast off his unripe berry like a vine, and like an olive tree he will shake off his blossom.

34 Thus shall the house of the wicked be desolate, and the fire shall devour the tents of bribery.

35 He conceived evil, and gave birth to a lie, and his womb prepares deceit.

Chapter 16

1 And Job answered and said,

2 I have heard many such things; Miserable comforters, all of you!

3 Will there be an end to windy words? And what prompted you to answer like that?

4 And I could speak as you do, if your soul were in the place of my soul; I would have taken up arms against you with words, and would have nodded my head at you;

5 I would strengthen you with my tongue, and comfort you with the movement of my lips.

6 If I speak, my affliction is not assuaged; Do I cease what departs from me?

7 But now he has worn me out. You have destroyed my whole family.

8 Thou hast covered me with wrinkles as a witness against me; My emaciation rises up against me, reproaches me to my face.

9 His wrath is tormented and enmity against me, gnashing his teeth against me; my enemy sharpens his eyes against me.

10 They have opened their mouths against me; swearing they beat me on the cheeks; Everyone conspired against me.

11 God delivered me up to the wicked, and cast me into the hands of the wicked.

12 I was calm, but He shook me; He took me by the neck and beat me, and made me a target for Himself.

13 His archers have surrounded me; He cuts my intestines, and spares not: He has poured out my gall upon the earth;

14 Breaks through breach after breach in me, runs at me like a warrior.

15 And I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and laid my head in the dust.

16 My face is crimson with weeping, and the shadow of death is upon my eyelids,

17 For all this, there is no theft in my hands, and my prayer is pure.