Verse 1
And Iob proceeded and went foorth in his parable, saying,
Verse 2
As God lyueth whiche hath taken away my iudgement, and the almightie that hath vexed my minde:
Verse 3
Whyle my breath is in me, and the winde that God hath geuen me is in my nostrels,
Verse 4
My lippes shall talke of no vanitie, and my tongue shall speake no disceite.
Verse 5
God forbyd that I should graunt your cause to be right: As for me, vntill myne end come will I neuer go fro myne innocentie.
Verse 6
My righteous dealing kepe I fast, which I will not forsake: my heart shal not reproue me of my dayes.
Verse 7
Therfore myne enemie shalbe founde as the vngodly, and he that taketh part against me, as the vnrighteous.
Verse 8
For what hope hath the hypocrite though he haue great good, if God take away his soule?
Verse 9
Will God heare his crye, when trouble commeth vpon him?
Verse 10
Hath he such pleasure and delite in the almightie, that he dare alway call vpon God?
Verse 11
I wil teache you in the name of God, and the thing of the almightie will I not kepe from you.
Verse 12
Behold, all ye your selues haue seene it, why then do ye thus vanishe in vanitie?
Verse 13
Saying: This is the portion that the wicked haue of God, and the heritage that tyrauntes shall receaue of the almightie.
Verse 14
If he get many children, they shall perishe with the sworde, and his posteritie shall haue scarcenesse of bread.
Verse 15
His remnaunt shalbe buried in death, and his widowes shall not weepe.
Verse 16
Though he heape vp siluer as the dust, and prepare rayment as the clay:
Verse 17
He may well prepare it, but the godly shall put it on, and the innocent shall deale out the money.
Verse 18
He buyldeth his house as the moth, & as a booth that the watchman maketh.
Verse 19
When the riche man sleepeth, he shall not be gathered to his fathers, they opened their eyes, and he was gone.
Verse 20
Terrour taketh holde vpon hym as a water fludde, and the tempest stealeth him away in the night season.
Verse 21
A vehement east winde caryeth him hence, and he departeth: a storme hurleth him out of his place.
Verse 22
God shal cast vpon him, and not spare, though he woulde fayne flee out of his hande.
Verse 23
Then clap men their handes at hym, and hisse at him out of his place.