1 Zophár sheweth, that the wicked and the covetous shal have a shorte end, 12 Thogh for a time they florish.
1.Then answered Zophár, the Naamathite and said,
2.Douteles my thoghts cause me to answer, and therefore I make haste.
4.Knowest thou not this of olde? and since God placed man upon the earth?
5.That the rejoycing of the wicked is shorte, and that the joye of hypocrites is but a moment?
7.Yet shal he perish for ever, like his dung, and they which have sene him, shal say, Where is he?
8.He shal flee away as a dreame, and thei shal not find him, and shal passe away as a vision of the night.
9.So that the eye which had sene him, shal do so no more, and his place shal se him no more.
13.And savoured it, and wolde not forsake it, but kept it close in his mouth,
14.Then his meat in his bowels was turned: the gall of aspes was in the middes of him.
15.He hathe devoured substance, and he shal vomit it: for God shal drawe it out of his belly.
19.For he hathe undone manie: he hathe forsaken the poore, and hathe spoiled houses which he buylded not.
20.Surely he shal fele no quietnes in his body, nether shal he reserve of that which he desired.
24.He shal flee from the yron weapons, & the bowe of stele shal strike him through.
27.The heaven shal declare his wickednes, and the earth shal rise up against him.