Iob also proceaded and wete forth in his communicacion, sayege:

As truly as God lyueth (which hath taken awaye my power fro me) & the Allmightie, that hath vexed my mynde:

My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,

whyle my breth is in me, and as longe as the wynde (that God hath geuen me) is in my nostrels.

God forbydde, that I shulde graunte youre cause to be right. As for me, vntill myne ende come wil I neuer go fro myne innocency.

My rightuous dealynge wil I kepe fast, & not forsake it: For my conscience reproueth me not in all my conuersacion.

Therfore myne enemy shalbe founde as the vngodly, & he yt taketh parte agaynst me, as the vnrightuous.

What hope hath ye Ypocrite, though he haue greate good, and though God geue him riches after his hertes desyre?

Doth God heare him the sooner, whe he crieth vnto him in his necessite?

Hath he soch pleasure & delyte in the Allmightie, that he darre allwaye call vpon God?

I wil teach you in the name of God, & the thinge that I haue of ye Allmightie, wil I not kepe from you.

Beholde, ye stonde in yor owne conceate, as though ye knew all thinges. Wherfore then do ye go aboute wt soch vayne wordes,

sayege: This is the porcion that the wicked shall haue of God, & the heretage that Tyrauntes shal receaue of ye Allmightie.

Yf he get many childre, they shal perish wt the swearde, & his posterite shall haue scarcenesse of bred.

Loke whom he leaueth behinde him, they shal dye & be buried, & no man shall haue pite of his wyddowes.

Though he haue as moch money as the dust of the earth, & raymet as ready as the claye,

he maye well prepare it: but the godly shal put it vpon him, and the innocet shal deale out the money.

His house shal endure as the moth, & as a bothe that the watch man maketh.

When the rich man dyeth, he carieth nothinge with him: he is gone in ye twincklynge of an eye.

Destruccion taketh holde vpo him as a water floude, & ye tepest stealeth him awaye in the night season.

A vehement wynde carieth him hence, & departeth: a storme plucketh him out of his place.

It ru?sheth in vpon him, and spareth him not, he maye not escape from the power therof.

Than clappe me their hodes at him, yee and ieast of him, whe they loke vpon his place.