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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?

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.

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

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

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

There putteth he his honde vpon the stony rockes, & ouerthroweth the mountaynes.

Ryuers flowe out of the rockes, & loke what is pleasaunt, his eye seyth it.

So Iob proceaded and wete forth in his communicacion, sayenge:

when his light shyned vpon my heade: whe I wente after the same light & shyne eue thorow the darcknesse.

When I agreed vnto their waye, I was the chefe, & sat as a kynge amonge his seruauntes: Or as one that comforteth soch as be in heuynesse.

For ye LORDE hath opened his quyuer, he hath hytt me, & put a brydle in my mouth.

Yf my hert hath lusted after my neghbours wife, or yf I haue layed wayte at his dore:

For I haue euer feared ye vengeaunce & punyshmet of God, & knew very well, yt I was not able to beare his burthe.

Yet they of myne owne housholde saye: who shal let vs, to haue oure bely ful of his flesh?

yee when I had diligently pondred what ye sayde, I founde not one of you that made eny good argument agaynst Iob, or that directly coude make answere vnto his wordes:

But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:

Why doest thou then stryue agaynst him, because he geueth the no accomptes of all his doinges?

kepeth his soule from destruccion, & his life from ye swearde.