1 Moreover Job continued on with his discourse, and said:2 As the Mighty God lives, who has taken away my justice, and the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter,3 as long as my breath is in me, and the spirit of God in my nostrils,4 my lips will not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit.5 Far be it from me that I should say you are right. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.6 I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go; my heart does not reproach any of my days.7 Let my enemy be like the wicked, and he who rises up against me like the unrighteous.8 For what is the hope of the hypocrite when he is cut off, when God draws out his soul?9 Will the Mighty God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?10 Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he always call upon God?11 I will teach you about the hand of the Mighty God; that which is with the Almighty I will not hide.12 Behold, all of you have seen it. Why then are you vain like a vapor?13 This is the portion of a wicked man with the Mighty God, and the heritage of the ruthless, received from the Almighty:14 If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword; and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.15 Those who survive him shall be buried in death, and their widows shall not weep,16 though he heaps up silver like dust, and provides clothing like clay;17 he may provide it, but the just shall wear it, and the innocent shall divide up the silver.18 He builds his house like a moth, like a booth which a watchman makes.19 The rich man shall lie down, but not be gathered up; he has opened his eyes, and is not.20 Terrors overtake him like waters; a tempest steals him away in the night.21 The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it whirls him out of his place.22 It casts him out without pity; he hastens to flee from its hand.23 Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.

1 Also Joob addide, takynge his parable, and seide,2 God lyueth, that hath take awey my doom, and Almyyti God, that hath brouyt my soule to bitternesse.3 For as long as breeth is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nose thirlis,4 my lippis schulen not speke wickidnesse, nether my tunge schal thenke a leesyng.5 Fer be it fro me, that Y deme you iust; til Y faile, Y schal not go awei fro myn innocence.6 Y schal not forsake my iustifiyng, which Y bigan to holde; for myn herte repreueth me not in al my lijf.7 As my wickid enemy doth; myn aduersarie is as wickid.8 For what is the hope of an ypocrite, if he rauyschith gredili, and God delyuerith not his soule?9 Whether God schal here the cry of hym, whanne angwisch schal come on hym?10 ether whether he may delite in Almyyti God, and inwardli clepe God in al tyme?11 Y schal teche you bi the hond of God, what thingis Almyyti God hath; and Y schal not hide.12 Lo! alle ye knowen, and what speken ye veyn thingis with out cause?13 This is the part of a wickid man anentis God, and the eritage of violent men, ether rauenours, whiche thei schulen take of Almyyti God.14 If hise children ben multiplied, thei schulen be slayn in swerd; and hise sones sones schulen not be fillid with breed.15 Thei, that ben residue of hym, schulen be biried in perischyng; and the widewis of hym schulen not wepe.16 If he gaderith togidere siluer as erthe, and makith redi clothis as cley;17 sotheli he made redi, but a iust man schal be clothid in tho, and an innocent man schal departe the siluer.18 As a mouyte he hath bildid his hous, and as a kepere he made a schadewyng place.19 A riche man, whanne he schal die, schal bere no thing with hym; he schal opene hise iyen, and he schal fynde no thing.20 Pouert as water schal take hym; and tempeste schal oppresse hym in the nyyt.21 Brennynge wynd schal take hym, and schal do awei; and as a whirlewynd it schal rauysche hym fro his place.22 He schal sende out turmentis on hym, and schal not spare; he fleynge schal `fle fro his hond.23 He schal streyne hise hondis on him, and he schal hisse on hym, and schal biholde his place.