1 Moreouer Iob continued his parable, and sayd,
2 As God liueth, who hath taken away my iudgment, and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soule;
3 All the while my breath is in mee, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
4 My lips shall not speake wickednesse, nor my tongue vtter deceit.
5 God forbid that I should iustifie you: till I die, I will not remoue my integritie from me.
6 My righteousnesse I hold fast, and will not let it goe: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I liue.
7 Let mine enemie be as the wicked, and he that riseth vp against me, as the vnrighteous.
8 For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soule?
9 Will God heare his cry, when trouble commeth vpon him?
10 Will he delight himselfe in the Almightie? will hee alwayes call vpon God?
11 I will teach you by the hand of God: that which is with the Almightie, will I not conceale.
12 Behold, all ye your selues haue seene it, why then are yee thus altogether vaine?
13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressours which they shall receiue of the Almightie.
14 If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword: and his offpring shall not be satisfied with bread.
15 Those that remaine of him shall bee buried in death: and his widowes shall not weepe.
16 Though he heape vp siluer as the dust, and prepare rayment as the clay:
17 He may prepare it, but the iust shall put it on, and the innocent shall diuide the siluer.
18 He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh.
19 The rich man shall lie downe, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not:
20 Terrours take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night.
21 The East winde carieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storme hurleth him out of his place.
22 For God shall cast vpon him, and not spare: hee would faine flee out of his hand.
23 Men shall clap their handes at him, and shall hisse him out of his place.