Considering then that there is no time hyd from the almightie, how happeneth it that they which know him do not regarde his dayes?
For some men remoue the landemarkes, robbe men of their cattell, and feede of the same:
They driue away the asse of the fatherlesse, and take the wydowes oxe for a pledge:
They cause the poore to turne out of the way, so that the poore of the earth hyde them selues together.
Beholde, as wilde asses in the desert go they foorth to their worke, & ryse betimes to spoyle: Yea the very wildernesse ministreth foode for them & their children.
They reape the corne fielde that is not their owne, and let the vineyarde of the vngodly alone.
They cause the naked to lodge without garment, and without couering in the colde.
They are wet with the showres of the mountaynes, and embrace the rocke for want of a couering.
They plucke the fatherlesse from the brest, and take the pledge from the poore.
They let hym go naked without clothing, and haue taken away the sheafe of the hungrie.
The poore are fayne to labour in their oyle mylles, yea and to treade in their wyne presses, and yet to suffer thirst.
Men out of the citie crye vnto the Lord with sighing, the soules of the slayne also crye out, yet God regardeth not their complaynt.
Where as they are conuersaunt among them that abhorre the light, they know not his way, nor continue in his pathes.
The murtherer ryseth early and killeth the poore and needy, and in the night is as a thiefe?
The eye of the adulterer wayteth for the darkenesse, & sayth, There shall no eye see me: and disguiseth his face.
In the darke they digge through houses, whiche they marked for them selues in the day time: they knowe not the light.
The morning is to them euen as the shadow of death: if one know them, they are in the terrours of the shadowe of death,
[The vngodly] is swyft vpon the water: their portion shalbe cursed in the earth, and he shall not beholde the way of the vineyardes.
As the drye grounde and heate consume the snowye waters: so shall the graue the sinners.
The pitifull man shall forget hym, he shalbe sweete to the wormes, he shalbe no more remembred, & his wickednesse shalbe broken as a tree.
He hath oppressed the barren that can not beare, and vnto the wydow hath he done no good.
He drue the mightie after hym with his power, and when he was gotten vp no man was sure of lyfe.
And though they gaue him to be in safetie, yet his eyes are vpon their wayes.
They are exalted for a litle, but [shortly] are gone, brought to pouertie, and taken out of the way, yea and vtterly pluckt of, as the eares of corne.
Is it not so?
Who will then reproue me as a lyer, and say that my wordes are nothing worth?
Bildad proueth that no man is cleane nor without sinne before God.