Job 5

¹Call nowe, if any will answere thee, and to which of the Saintes wilt thou turne?

²Doubtlesse anger killeth the foolish, and enuie slayeth the idiote.

³I haue seene the foolish well rooted, and suddenly I cursed his habitation, saying,

⁴His children shalbe farre from saluation, and they shall be destroyed in the gate, and none shall deliuer them.

⁵The hungrie shall eate vp his haruest: yea, they shall take it from among the thornes, and the thirstie shall drinke vp their substance.

⁶For miserie commeth not foorth of the dust, neither doeth affliction spring out of the earth.

⁷But man is borne vnto trauaile, as the sparkes flie vpwarde.

⁸But I would inquire at God, and turne my talke vnto God:

⁹Which doeth great things and vnsearchable, and marueilous things without nomber.

¹⁰He giueth raine vpon the earth, and powreth water vpon the streetes,

¹¹And setteth vp on hie them that be lowe, that the sorowfull may be exalted to saluation.

¹²He scattereth the deuices of the craftie: so that their handes can not accomplish that which they doe enterprise.

¹³He taketh the wise in their craftinesse, and the counsel of the wicked is made foolish.

¹⁴They meete with darkenesse in the day time, and grope at noone day, as in the night.