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For he will not lay on man so much, that he should enter into iudgement with God.

So that they haue caused the voyce of the poore to come vnto him, and he hath heard the cry of the afflicted.

Euen so woulde he haue taken thee out of the streight place into a broade place and not shut vp beneath: and that which resteth vpon thy table, had bene full of fat.

Lay thine hand vpon him: remember the battel, and do no more so.

None is so fearce that dare stirre him vp. Who is he then that can stand before me?

So Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite went, and did according as the Lorde had saide vnto them, and the Lord accepted Iob.

Then the Lord turned the captiuitie of Iob, when he prayed for his friends: also the Lord gaue Iob twise so much as he had before.

So the Lorde blessed the last dayes of Iob more then the first: for he had foureteene thousand sheepe, and sixe thousand camels, & a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand shee asses.

In all the lande were no women found so faire as the daughters of Iob, & their father gaue them inheritaunce among their brethren.

So Iob dyed, being old, and full of dayes.

For he shall be like a tree planted by the riuers of waters, that will bring foorth her fruite in due season: whose leafe shall not fade: so whatsoeuer he shall doe, shall prosper.

The wicked are not so, but as the chaffe, which the winde driueth away.

So shall the Congregation of the people compasse thee about: for their sakes therefore returne on hie.

The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.

I will call vpon the Lorde, which is worthie to be praysed: so shall I be safe from mine enemies.

He teacheth mine hands to fight: so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.

Keepe thy seruant also from presumptuous sinnes: let them not reigne ouer me: so shall I be vpright, & made cleane fro much wickednes.

Be thou exalted, O Lord, in thy strength: so will we sing and prayse thy power.

To him that excelleth vpon Aiieleth Hasshahar. A Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me, and art so farre from mine health, and from the wordes of my roaring?

So all that hope in thee, shall not be ashamed: but let them be confounded, that transgresse without cause.