I Will Not Put Away Mine Integrity — Job 27:16–23

Though he heap up silver as the dust,
And prepare raiment as the clay;

He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on,
And the innocent shall divide the silver.

He buildeth his house as the moth,
And as a booth which the keeper maketh.

He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers;
He openeth his eyes, and he is not.

Terrors overtake him like waters;
A tempest stealeth him away in the night.

The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth;
And it sweepeth him out of his place.

For God shall hurl at him, and not spare:
He would fain flee out of his hand.

Men shall clap their hands at him,
And shall hiss him out of his place.