1 And Job took up his discourse again, saying:
2 “As God lives, who has deprived me of justice, Shaddai who has made my soul bitter,
3 as long as my breath is still in me, the Ruach of God in my nostrils,
4 my lips will speak no injustice, nor will my tongue mutter deceit.
5 Far be it from me to say that you are just; until I die, I will not set aside my integrity!