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Moreouer Iob continued his parable, and sayd,
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As God liueth, who hath taken away my iudgment, and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soule;
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All the while my breath is in mee, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;
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My lips shall not speake wickednesse, nor my tongue vtter deceit.
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God forbid that I should iustifie you: till I die, I will not remoue my integritie from me.
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My righteousnesse I hold fast, and will not let it goe: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I liue.
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Let mine enemie be as the wicked, and he that riseth vp against me, as the vnrighteous.
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For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soule?
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Will God heare his cry, when trouble commeth vpon him?
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Will he delight himselfe in the Almightie?
will hee alwayes call vpon God?
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I will teach you by the hand of God: that which is with the Almightie, will I not conceale.
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Behold, all ye your selues haue seene it, why then are yee thus altogether vaine?
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This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressours which they shall receiue of the Almightie.
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If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword: and his offpring shall not be satisfied with bread.
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Those that remaine of him shall bee buried in death: and his widowes shall not weepe.
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Though he heape vp siluer as the dust, and prepare rayment as the clay:
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He may prepare it, but the iust shall put it on, and the innocent shall diuide the siluer.
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He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh.
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The rich man shall lie downe, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not:
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Terrours take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night.
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The East winde carieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storme hurleth him out of his place.
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For God shall cast vpon him, and not spare: hee would faine flee out of his hand.
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Men shall clap their handes at him, and shall hisse him out of his place.