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¹ Iob also proceaded and wete forth in his communicacion, sayege:² As truly as God lyueth (which hath taken awaye my power fro me) & the Allmightie, that hath vexed my mynde:³ My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,⁴ whyle my breth is in me, and as longe as the wynde (that God hath geuen me) is in my nostrels.⁵ 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.⁶ My rightuous dealynge wil I kepe fast, & not forsake it: For my conscience reproueth me not in all my conuersacion.

⁷ Therfore myne enemy shalbe founde as the vngodly, & he yt taketh parte agaynst me, as the vnrightuous.⁸ What hope hath ye Ypocrite, though he haue greate good, and though God geue him riches after his hertes desyre?⁹ Doth God heare him the sooner, whe he crieth vnto him in his necessite?¹⁰ Hath he soch pleasure & delyte in the Allmightie, that he darre allwaye call vpon God?

¹¹ I wil teach you in the name of God, & the thinge that I haue of ye Allmightie, wil I not kepe from you.¹² Beholde, ye stonde in yor owne conceate, as though ye knew all thinges. Wherfore then do ye go aboute wt soch vayne wordes,¹³ sayege: This is the porcion that the wicked shall haue of God, & the heretage that Tyrauntes shal receaue of ye Allmightie.¹⁴ Yf he get many childre, they shal perish wt the swearde, & his posterite shall haue scarcenesse of bred.¹⁵ Loke whom he leaueth behinde him, they shal dye & be buried, & no man shall haue pite of his wyddowes.¹⁶ Though he haue as moch money as the dust of the earth, & raymet as ready as the claye,¹⁷ he maye well prepare it: but the godly shal put it vpon him, and the innocet shal deale out the money.¹⁸ His house shal endure as the moth, & as a bothe that the watch man maketh.¹⁹ When the rich man dyeth, he carieth nothinge with him: he is gone in ye twincklynge of an eye.²⁰ Destruccion taketh holde vpo him as a water floude, & ye tepest stealeth him awaye in the night season.²¹ A vehement wynde carieth him hence, & departeth: a storme plucketh him out of his place.²² It ru?sheth in vpon him, and spareth him not, he maye not escape from the power therof.²³ Than clappe me their hodes at him, yee and ieast of him, whe they loke vpon his place.