Job

Chapter 1

There was a homie in the land of Uz, whose name was Job; and that homie was absolutely fantabulosa and upright, and una that feared Gloria, and eschewed nana.
And there were born unto her setter homie chavvies and trey palone chavvies.
Her substance also was setter mille sheep, and trey mille camels, and chinker chenter yoke of oxen, and chinker chenter she asses, and a dowry dowry household; so that this homie was the dowriest of all the homies of the east.
And her homie chavvies trolled and feasted in their latties, every una her journo; and laued and screeched for their trey sisters to jarry and to buvare with them.
And it was so, when the days of their feasting were trolled about, that Job laued and sanctified them, and rose up early in the morning, and offered burnt parkerings according to the number of them all: for Job cackled, It may be that my homie chavvies have kertervered, and cursed Gloria in their thumping cheats. Thus did Job continually.
Now there was a journo when the homie chavvies of Gloria trolled to present themselves before the Duchess, and Sadie trolled also among them.
And the Duchess cackled unto Sadie, Whence comest thou? Then Sadie answered the Duchess, and cackled, From going to and fro in the earth, and from mincing up and down in it.
And the Duchess cackled unto Sadie, Hast thou considered my serving homie Job, that there is none like her in the earth, a absolutely fantabulosa and an upright homie, una that feareth Gloria, and escheweth nana?
Then Sadie answered the Duchess, and cackled, Doth Job fear Gloria for nought?
Hast not thou made an hedge about her, and about her lattie, and about all that she hath on every side? thou hast fabed the acting dickey of her fambles, and her substance is increased in the land.
But put forth thine famble now, and reef all that she hath, and she will curse thee to thy eke.
And the Duchess cackled unto Sadie, varda, all that she hath is in thy power; only upon himself put not forth thine famble. So Sadie trolled forth from the presence of the Duchess.
And there was a journo when her homie chavvies and her palone chavvies were eating and bevvying sherry in their eldest sister‘s lattie:
And there trolled a messenger unto Job, and cackled, The oxen were plowing, and the asses feeding beside them:
And the Sabeans fell upon them, and lelled them away; any road up, they have ferricadoozed the serving homies with the edge of the dowry efink; and I only am scarpered alone to cackle thee.
While she was yet speaking, there trolled also another, and cackled, The binco fakement of Gloria is fallen from heaven, and hath burned up the sheep, and the serving homies, and consumed them; and I only am scarpered alone to cackle thee.
While she was yet speaking, there trolled also another, and cackled, The Chaldeans made out trey bands, and fell upon the camels, and have lelled them away, any road up, and ferricadoozed the serving homies with the edge of the dowry efink; and I only am scarpered alone to cackle thee.
While she was yet speaking, there trolled also another, and cackled, Thy homie chavvies and thy palone chavvies were eating and bevvying sherry in their eldest sister‘s lattie:
And, varda, there trolled a dowry wind from the nishta smoke, and slapped the quarter corners of the lattie, and it fell upon the bean coves, and they are stiff; and I only am scarpered alone to cackle thee.
Then Job arose, and rent her mantle, and shaved her eke, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped,
And cackled, nanti zhoosh trolled I out of my mother’s womb, and nanti zhoosh shall I return thither: the Duchess parkered, and the Duchess hath lelled away; fabed be the name of the Duchess.
In all this Job kertervered not, nishta charged Gloria foolishly.

Chapter 2

Again there was a journo when the homie chavvies of Gloria trolled to present themselves before the Duchess, and Sadie trolled also among them to present himself before the Duchess.
And the Duchess cackled unto Sadie, From whence comest thou? And Sadie answered the Duchess, and cackled, From going to and fro in the earth, and from mincing up and down in it.
And the Duchess cackled unto Sadie, Hast thou considered my serving homie Job, that there is none like her in the earth, a absolutely fantabulosa and an upright homie, una that feareth Gloria, and escheweth nana? and still she holdeth nishta manjarry her integrity, although thou movedst me against her, to battyfang her nanti cause.
And Sadie answered the Duchess, and cackled, Skin for skin, any road up, all that a homie hath will she parker for her life.
But put forth thine famble now, and reef her bone and her flesh, and she will curse thee to thy eke.
And the Duchess cackled unto Sadie, varda, she is in thine famble; but save her life.
So trolled Sadie forth from the presence of the Duchess, and slapped Job with sore boils from the sole of her plate unto her mudge.
And she lelled her a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and she sat down among the ashes.
Then cackled her palone affair unto her, Dost thou still retain thine integrity? curse Gloria, and cark it.
But she cackled unto her, Thou cacklest as una of the dizzy palones cackleth. What? shall we lall bona at the famble of Gloria, and shall we not lall nana? In all this did not Job kertever with her lips.
Now when Job’s trey bencoves aunt nelled of all this nana that was troll upon her, they trolled every una from her own place; Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite: for they had made an appointment together to troll to mourn with her and to comfort her.
And when they lifted up their ogles nishta ajax off, and knew her not, they lifted up their cackling fakement, and parnied; and they rent every una her mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their ekes toward heaven.
So they sat down with her upon the ground setter days and setter nights, and none cackled a lav unto her: for they vardad that her grief was dowry dowry.

Chapter 3

After this opened Job her screech, and cursed her journo.
And Job cackled, and cackled,
Let the journo perish wherein I was born, and the nochy in which it was cackled, There is a homie chavvie conceived.
Let that journo be munge; let not Gloria regard it from above, nishta let the sparkle shine upon it.
Let munge and the shadow of carking it stain it; let a cloud lett upon it; let the blackness of the journo terrify it.
As for that nochy, let munge seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not troll into the number of the months.
Lo, let that nochy be solitary, let no bona cackling fakement troll therein.
Let them curse it that curse the journo, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
Let the twinkling fakements of the twilight thereof be dark; let it varda for sparkle, but have none; nishta let it varda the dawning of the journo:
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, nishta hid sharda from mine ogles.
Why carked it I not from the womb? why did I not parker up the fairy when I trolled out of the belly?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why the foofs that I should suck?
For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have lettied: then had I been at lettie,
With dowriest homies and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;
Or with princesses that had gelt, who filled their latties with silver:
Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as lullaby cheats which never vardad sparkle.
There the naff cease from troubling; and there the a stretcher case be at lettie.
There the prisoners lettie together; they aunt nell not the cackling fakement of the oppressor.
The pogey and dowry are there; and the serving homie is free from her master.
Wherefore is sparkle parkered to her that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in nishta lucoddy;
Which long for carking it, but it trolleth not; and dig for it more than for hid gelt;
Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
Why is sparkle parkered to a homie whose way is hid, and whom Gloria hath hedged in?
For my sighing trolleth before I jarry, and my roarings are poured out like the aquas.
For the fakement which I greatly feared is troll upon me, and that which I was afraid of is troll unto me.
I was not in safety, nishta had I lettie, nishta was I quiet; yet trouble trolled.

Chapter 4

Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered and cackled,
If we assay to dish the dirt with thee, wilt thou be grieved? but who can withhold himself from speaking?
Varda, thou hast instructed many, and thou hast strengthened the nelly fambles.
Thy lavs have upholden her that was falling, and thou hast strengthened the feeble knees.
But now it is troll upon thee, and thou faintest; it reefeth thee, and thou art troubled.
Is not this thy fear, thy confidence, thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways?
Remember, I pray thee, who ever perished, being innocent? or where were the bona cut off?
Even as I have vardad, they that plow codness, and sow naffness, reap the same.
By the blast of Gloria they perish, and by the breath of her bugle are they consumed.
The butch shrieking of the lion, and the cackling fakement of the fierce lion, and the hampsteads of the bean lions, are broken.
The badge lion perisheth for lack of prey, and the stout lion’s whelps are scattered abroad.
Now a fakement was secretly brought to me, and mine aunt nelling cheat lalled a bijou thereof.
In thoughts from the visions of the nochy, when deep letty falleth on homies,
Fear trolled upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake.
Then a Fairy passed before my eke; the riah of my flesh stood up:
It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine ogles, there was nishta cackle, and I aunt nelled a cackling fakement, cackling,
Shall mortal homie be more just than Gloria? shall a homie be more pure than her maker?
Varda, she put no trust in her serving homies; and her fairies she charged with folly:
How dowry nanti dowry in them that lett in latties of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?
They are battyfanged from morning to bijou nochy: they perish for ever nanti any regarding it.
Doth not their excellency which is in them troll away? they cark it, even nanti wisdom.

Chapter 5

Screech now, if there be any that will answer thee; and to which of the saints wilt thou turn?
For wrath ferricadozaeth the dizzy homie, and envy ferricadoozeth the silly una.
I have vardad the dizzy taking root: but suddenly I cursed her habitation.
Her chavvies are nishter ajax safety, and they are crushed in the gate, nishta is there any to deliver them.
Whose harvest the hungry eateth up, and lelleth it even out of the thorns, and the robber swalloweth up their substance.
Although affliction trolleth not forth of the dust, nishta doth trouble spring out of the ground;
Yet homie is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
I would charper unto Gloria, and unto Gloria would I commit my cause:
Which doeth dowry fakements and unsearchable; marvellous fakements nanti number:
Who giveth rain upon the earth, and sendeth aquas upon the fields:
To set up on high those that be low; that those which mourn may be exalted to safety.
She disappointeth the devices of the crafty, so that their fambles cannot perform their enterprise.
She lelleth the wise in their own craftiness: and the counsel of the froward is lelled headlong.
They meet with munge in the journo time, and grope in the noonday as in the nochy.
But she saveth the nanti dinarly from the dowry efink, from their screech, and from the famble of the dowry butch.
So the nanti dinarly hath hope, and codness stoppeth her screech.
Varda, happy is the homie whom Gloria correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Dowry butch:
For she maketh sore, and bindeth up: she woundeth, and her fambles make whole.
She shall deliver thee in sey troubles: any road up, in setter there shall no nana reef thee.
In nix munjarlee she shall redeem thee from carking it: and in barney from the power of the dowry efink.
Thou shalt be hid from the scourge of the polari: nishta shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it trolleth.
At destruction and nix munjarlee thou shalt titter: nishta shalt thou be afraid of the beasts of the earth.
For thou shalt be in league with the stones of the field: and the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee.
And thou shalt know that thy bijou tabernaclette shall be in peace; and thou shalt visit thy habitation, and shalt not kertever.
Thou shalt know also that thy maria shall be dowry, and thine offspring as the grass of the earth.
Thou shalt troll to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn trolleth in in her season.
Lo this, we have searched it, so it is; aunt nell it, and know thou it for thy bona.

Chapter 6

But Job answered and cackled,
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laued in the balances together!
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my lavs are jarried up.
For the arrows of the Dowry butch are within me, the poison whereof buvareth up my Fairy: the terrors of Gloria do set themselves in array against me.
Doth the wild ass bray when she hath grass? or loweth the ox over her fodder?
Can that which is nanna be jarried nanti salt? or is there any taste in the white of an cackle fart?
The fakements that my nishta lucoddy refused to reef are as my shardaful carnish.
Oh that I might have my request; and that Gloria would grant me the fakement that I long for!
Even that it would please Gloria to battyfang me; that she would let loose her famble, and cut me off!
Then should I yet have comfort; any road up, I would harden myself in sharda: let her not spare; for I have not concealed the lavs of the fabulosa una.
What is my butchness, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
Is my butchness the butchness of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
To her that is afflicted pity should be shewed from her bencove; but she forsaketh the fear of the Dowry butch.
My sisters have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they troll away;
Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid:
What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
The paths of their way are turned aside; they troll to nishter, and perish.
The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
They were bamboozled because they had hoped; they trolled thither, and were ashamed.
For now ye are nishter; ye varda my chucking down, and are afraid.
Did I cackle, parker unto me? or, parker a parkering for me of your substance?
Or, Deliver me from the enemy’s famble? or, Redeem me from the famble of the dowry butch?
Teach me, and I will hold my polari: and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
How forcible are sweet lavs! but what doth your arguing reprove?
Do ye imagine to reprove lavs, and the speeches of una that is desperate, which are as wind?
Any road up, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your bencove.
Now therefore be content, varda upon me; for it is evident unto you if I lie.
Return, I pray you, let it not be codness; any road up, return again, my bonaness is in it.
Is there codness in my polari? cannot my taste discern perverse fakements?

Chapter 7

Is there not an appointed time to homie upon earth? are not her days also like the days of an hireling?
As a serving homie earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling varda-eth for the parkering of her acting dickey:
So am I made to possess months of spangly, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
When I lie down, I cackle, When shall I arise, and the nochy be trolled? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the journo.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent nanti hope.
O remember that my life is wind: mine ogle shall nishta varda bona.
The ogle of her that hath vardad me shall varda me nishta: thine ogles are upon me, and I am not.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so she that goeth down to the grave shall troll up nishta.
She shall return nishta to her lattie, nishta shall her place know her any more.
Therefore I will not refrain my screech; I will cackle in the anguish of my Fairy; I will complain in the bitterness of my nishta lucoddy.
Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a varda over me?
When I cackle, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints;
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
So that my nishta lucoddy chooseth strangling, and carking it rather than my life.
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are spangly.
What is homie, that thou shouldest magnify her? and that thou shouldest set thine thumping cheat upon her?
And that thou shouldest visit her every morning, and try her every moment?
How long wilt thou not sling yer hook, nishta let me alone till I jarry down my spittle?
I have kertervered; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of homies? why hast thou set me as a Marcia against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and lell away my codness? for now shall I letty in the dust; and thou shalt charper me in the morning, but I shall not be.

Chapter 8

Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and cackled,
How long wilt thou cackle these fakements? and how long shall the lavs of thy screech be like a butch wind?
Doth Gloria pervert judgment? or doth the Dowry butch pervert justice?
If thy chavvies have kertervered against her, and she have cast them away for their transgression;
If thou wouldest charper unto Gloria betimes, and make thy supplication to the Dowry butch;
If thou wert pure and upright; surely now she would awake for thee, and make the habitation of thy bonaness prosperous.
Though thy beginning was pogey, yet thy latter end should greatly increase.
For enquire, I pray thee, of the former age, and prepare thyself to the search of their aunties:
(For we are but of yesterday, and know nishter, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)
Shall not they teach thee, and cackle thee, and utter lavs out of their thumping cheat?
Can the rush grow up nanti mire? can the flag grow nanti aqua?
Whilst it is yet in her greenness, and not cut down, it withereth before any other herb.
So are the paths of all that forget Gloria; and the hypocrite’s hope shall perish:
Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider’s web.
She shall lean upon her lattie, but it shall not stand: she shall hold it nishta manjarry, but it shall not endure.
She is green before the sun, and her branch shooteth forth in her garden.
Her roots are wrapped about the heap, and vardaeth the place of stones.
If she battyfang her from her place, then it shall deny her, cackling, I have not vardad thee.
Varda, this is the joy of her way, and out of the earth shall others grow.
Varda, Gloria will not cast away a absolutely fantabulosa homie, nishta will she help the nana doers:
Till she fill thy screech with laughing, and thy lips with rejoicing.
They that hate thee shall be clothed with scharda; and the lattie of the naff shall troll to nought.

Chapter 9

Then Job answered and cackled,
I know it is so of a truth: but how should homie be just with Gloria?
If she will contend with her, she cannot answer her una of a mille.
She is wise in thumping cheat, and dowry butch in butchness: who hath hardened himself against her, and hath prospered?
Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in her wild.
Which shaketh the earth out of her place, and the pillars thereof tremble.
Which commandeth the sun, and it riseth not; and sealeth up the twinkling fakements.
Which alone spreadeth out the heavens, and minceth upon the waves of the sea.
Which maketh Arcturus, Orion, and Pleiades, and the chambers of the south.
Which doeth dowry fakements past finding out; any road up, and wonders nanti number.
Lo, she goeth by me, and I varda her not: she passeth on also, but I perceive her not.
Varda, she lelleth away, who can hinder her? who will cackle unto her, What doest thou?
If Gloria will not withdraw her wild, the proud helpers do stoop under her.
How dowry nanti dowry shall I answer her, and choose out my lavs to reason with her?
Whom, though I were bona, yet would I not answer, but I would make supplication to my beak.
If I had screeched, and she had answered me; yet would I not believe that she had aunt nelled unto my cackling fakement.
For she breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds nanti cause.
She will not suffer me to lell my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
If I cackle of butchness, lo, she is butch: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead?
If I justify myself, mine own screech shall condemn me: if I cackle, I am absolutely fantabulosa, it shall also prove me perverse.
Though I were absolutely fantabulosa, yet would I not know my nishta lucoddy: I would despise my life.
This is una fakement, therefore I cackled it, she battyfangeth the absolutely fantabulosa and the naff.
If the scourge ferricadooza suddenly, she will titter at the trial of the innocent.
The earth is parkered into the famble of the naff: she covereth the ekes of the beaks thereof; if not, where, and who is she?
Now my days are swifter than a post: they scarper away, they varda no bona.
They are passed away as the swift latties on water: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.
If I cackle, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
I am afraid of all my shardas, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
If I be naff, why then acting dickey I in vain?
If I dhobie myself with snow aqua, and make my fambles never so clean;
Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own zhoosh shall abhor me.
For she is not a homie, as I am, that I should answer her, and we should troll together in judgment.
Nishta is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lett her famble upon us both.
Let her lell her rod away from me, and let not her fear terrify me:
Then would I cackle, and not fear her; but it is not so with me.

Chapter 10

My nishta lucoddy is a stretcher case of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will cackle in the bitterness of my nishta lucoddy.
I will cackle unto Gloria, nix condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
Is it bona unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the acting dickey of thine fambles, and shine upon the counsel of the naff?
Hast thou ogles of flesh? or vardest thou as homie vardaeth?
Are thy days as the days of homie? are thy years as homie‘s days,
That thou enquirest after mine codness, and searchest after my kertever?
Thou knowest that I am not naff; and there is none that can deliver out of thine famble.
Thine fambles have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost battyfang me.
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou parker me into dust again?
Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my Fairy.
And these fakements hast thou hid in thine thumping cheat: I know that this is with thee.
If I kertever, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine codness.
If I be naff, woe unto me; and if I be bona, yet will I not lift up my eke. I am full of confusion; therefore varda thou mine affliction;
For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.
Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and barney are against me.
Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had parkered up the fairy, and no ogle had vardad me!
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been lelled from the womb to the grave.
Are not my days nishta dowry? cease then, and let me alone, that I may lell comfort a bijou,
Before I troll whence I shall not return, even to the land of munge and the shadow of carking it;
A land of munge, as munge itself; and of the shadow of carking it, nanti any order, and where the sparkle is as munge.

Chapter 11

Then answered Zophar the Naamathite, and cackled,
Should not the multitude of lavs be answered? and should a homie full of talk be justified?
Should thy lies make homies hold their peace? and when thou mockest, shall no homie make thee ashamed?
For thou hast cackled, My doctrine is pure, and I am clean in thine ogles.
But oh that Gloria would cackle, and open her lips against thee;
And that she would shew thee the secrets of wisdom, that they are double to that which is! Know therefore that Gloria exacteth of thee nanti dowry than thine codness deserveth.
Canst thou by searching find out Gloria? canst thou find out the Dowry butch unto perfection?
It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know?
The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
If she cut off, and shut up, or gather together, then who can hinder her?
For she knoweth vain homies: she vardaeth naffness also; will she not then consider it?
For vain homies would be wise, though homie be born like a wild ass’s colt.
If thou prepare thine thumping cheat, and stretch out thine fambles toward her;
If codness be in thine famble, put it far away, and let not naffness lett in thy bijoux tabernaclettes.
For then shalt thou lift up thy eke nanti spot; any road up, thou shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear:
Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as aquas that troll away:
And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday: thou shalt shine forth, thou shalt be as the morning.
And thou shalt be secure, because there is hope; any road up, thou shalt dig about thee, and thou shalt lell thy lettie in safety.
Also thou shalt lie down, and none shall make thee afraid; any road up, many shall make suit unto thee.
But the ogles of the naff shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as the giving up of the fairy.

Chapter 12

And Job answered and cackled,
No doubt but ye are the homies and palones, and wisdom shall cark it with you.
But I have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you: any road up, who knoweth not such fakements as these?
I am as una mocked of her homie ajax, who screecheth upon Gloria, and she answereth her: the just upright homie is tittered to scorn.
She that is ready to slip with her plates is as a binco despised in the thought of her that is at ease.
The bijoux tabernaclettes of robbers prosper, and they that provoke Gloria are secure; into whose famble Gloria parkereth dowrily.
But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall cackle thee:
Or cackle to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall screech unto thee.
Who knoweth not in all these that the famble of the Duchess hath wrought this?
In whose famble is the nishta lucoddy of every living fakement, and the breath of all homiekind.
Doth not the aunt nelling cheat try lavs? and the screech taste her carnish?
With the ancient is wisdom; and in length of days understanding.
With her is wisdom and butchness, she hath counsel and understanding.
Varda, she breaketh down, and it cannot be built again: she shutteth up a homie, and there can be no opening.
Varda, she withholdeth the aquas, and they dry up: also she sendeth them out, and they overturn the earth.
With her is butchness and wisdom: the mogued and the deceiver are her.
She leadeth counsellors away spoiled, and maketh the beaks fools.
She looseth the bond of dowriest homies, and girdeth their loins with a girdle.
She leadeth princesses away spoiled, and overthroweth the dowry butch.
She removeth away the cackle of the trusty, and lelleth away the understanding of the aged.
She poureth contempt upon princesses, and weakeneth the butchness of the dowry butch.
She discovereth deep fakements out of munge, and parkereth out to sparkle the shadow of carking it.
She increaseth the nations, and battyfangeth them: she enlargeth the nations, and straiteneth them again.
She lelleth away the thumping cheat of the dowriest of the homies and palones of the earth, and causeth them to troll in a nishta smoke where there is no way.
They grope in the dark nanti sparkle, and she maketh them to stagger like a daffy homie.

Chapter 13

Lo, mine ogle hath vardad all this, mine aunt nelling cheat hath aunt nelled and understood it.
What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.
Surely I would cackle to the Dowry butch, and I fancy to reason with Gloria.
But ye are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.
O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.
Aunt nell now my reasoning, and aunt nell to the pleadings of my lips.
Will ye cackle wickedly for Gloria? and talk deceitfully for her?
Will ye accept her person? will ye contend for Gloria?
Is it bona that she should search you out? or as una homie mocketh another, do ye so mock her?
She will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.
Shall not her excellency make you afraid? and her dread fall upon you?
Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.
Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may cackle, and let troll on me what will.
Wherefore do I lell my flesh in my hampsteads, and put my life in mine famble?
Though she ferricadooza me, yet will I trust in her: but I will maintain mine own ways before her.
She also shall be my salvation: for an hypocrite shall not troll before her.
Aunt nell diligently my cackle, and my declaration with your aunt nelly cheats.
Varda now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified.
Who is she that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my polari, I shall parker up the fairy.
Only nix dewey fakements unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee.
Withdraw thine famble nishter ajax me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.
Then screech thou, and I will answer: or let me cackle, and answer thou me.
How many are mine cods and kertervers? make me to know my transgression and my kertever.
Wherefore hidest thou thy eke, and holdest me for thine enemy?
Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
For thou writest bitter fakements against me, and makest me to possess the cods of my beandom.
Thou puttest my plates also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my plates.
And she, as a rotten fakement, consumeth, as a frock that is moth jarried.

Chapter 14

Homie that is born of a palone is of nishta dowry days and full of trouble.
She trolleth forth like a flower, and is cut down: she fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
And doth thou open thine ogles upon such an una, and bringest me into judgment with thee?
Who can parker a clean fakement out of an nanti sparkle? not una.
Vardaing her days are determined, the number of her months are with thee, thou hast appointed her bounds that she cannot pass;
Turn from her, that she may lettie, till she shall accomplish, as an hireling, her journo.
For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
Though the root thereof wax badge in the earth, and the stock thereof cark it in the ground;
Yet through the scent of aqua it will bud, and parker forth boughs like a plant.
But homie carketh it, and wasteth away: any road up, homie giveth up the fairy, and where is she?
As the aquas fail from the sea, and the dowry aqua decayeth and drieth up:
So homie lettieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be nishta, they shall not awake, nishta be raised out of their letty.
O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
If a homie cark it, shall she live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change troll.
Thou shalt screech, and I will answer thee: thou wilt have a fancy to the acting dickey of thine fambles.
For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not varda over my kertever?
My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine codness.
And surely the mountains falling trolleth to nought, and the rock is removed out of her place.
The aquas wear the stones: thou washest away the fakements which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of homie.
Thou prevailest for ever against her, and she passeth: thou changest her countenance, and sendest her away.
Her homie chavvies troll to honour, and she knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but she perceiveth it not of them.
But her flesh upon her shall have pain, and her nishta lucoddy within her shall mourn.

Chapter 15

Then answered Eliphaz the Temanite, and cackled,
Should a wise homie utter vain knowledge, and fill her belly with the east wind?
Should she reason with unprofitable talk? or with speeches wherewith she can do no bona?
Any road up, thou castest off fear, and restrainest meshigener muttering before Gloria.
For thy screech uttereth thine codness, and thou choosest the polari of the crafty.
Thine own screech condemneth thee, and not I: any road up, thine own lips testify against thee.
Art thou the first homie that was born? or wast thou made before the hills?
Hast thou aunt nelled the secret of Gloria? and dost thou restrain wisdom to thyself?
What knowest thou, that we know not? what understandest thou, which is not in us?
With us are both the grayheaded and dowry aged homies, dowry elder than thy Auntie.
Are the consolations of Gloria pogey with thee? is there any secret fakement with thee?
Why doth thine thumping cheat carry thee away? and what do thy ogles wink at,
That thou turnest thy Fairy against Gloria, and lettest such lavs troll out of thy screech?
What is homie, that she should be clean? and she which is born of a palone, that she should be bona?
Varda, she laueth no trust in her saints; any road up, the heavens are not clean in her vardaing.
How dowry more abominable and manky is homie, which buvareth codness like aqua?
I will shew thee, aunt nell me; and that which I have vardad I will screech;
Which wise homies have cackled from their aunties, and have not hid it:
Unto whom alone the earth was parkered, and no stranger passed among them.
The naff homie travaileth with pain all her days, and the number of years is hidden to the oppressor.
A dreadful sound is in her aunt nelly cheats: in prosperity the destroyer shall troll upon her.
She believeth not that she shall return out of munge, and she is waited for of the dowry efink.
She wandereth abroad for pannan, cackling, Where is it? she knoweth that the journo of munge is ready at her famble.
Trouble and anguish shall make her afraid; they shall prevail against her, as a dowriest homie ready to the battle.
For she stretcheth out her famble against Gloria, and strengtheneth himself against the Dowry butch.
She runneth upon her, even on her neck, upon the thick bosses of her bucklers:
Because she covereth her eke with her fatness, and maketh collops of fat on her flanks.
And she letteth in desolate smokes, and in latties which no homie inhabiteth, which are ready to become heaps.
She shall not be rich, nishta shall her substance continue, nishta shall she prolong the perfection thereof upon the earth.
She shall not troll off out of munge; the flame shall dry up her branches, and by the breath of her screech shall she troll away.
Let not her that is mogued trust in spangly: for spangly shall be her recompence.
It shall be accomplished before her time, and her branch shall not be green.
She shall shake off her unripe grape as the vine, and shall cast off her flower as the olive.
For the punters of hypocrites shall be desolate, and binco fakement shall consume the bijoux tabernaclettes of bribery.
They conceive mischief, and parker forth spangly, and their belly prepareth deceit.

Chapter 16

Then Job answered and cackled,
I have aunt nelled many such fakements: miserable comforters are ye all.
Shall vain lavs have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
I also could cackle as ye do: if your nishta lucoddy were in my nishta lucoddy‘s stead, I could heap up lavs against you, and shake mine eke at you.
But I would strengthen you with my screech, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.
Though I cackle, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
But now she hath made me a stretcher case: thou hast made desolate all my company.
And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a varda-ing fakement against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth varda-ing fakement to my eke.
She teareth me in her wrath, who hateth me: she gnasheth upon me with her hampsteads; mine enemy sharpeneth her ogles upon me.
They have gaped upon me with their screech; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
Gloria hath laued me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the fambles of the naff.
I was at ease, but she hath broken me asunder: she hath also lelled me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for her Marcia.
Her archers compass me round about, she cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; she poureth out my gall upon the ground.
She breaketh me with breach upon breach, she runneth upon me like a big butch homie.
I have sewed nylon upon my skin, and defiled my colin in the dust.
My eke is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of carking it;
Not for any injustice in mine fambles: also my meshigener muttering is pure.
O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my screech have no place.
Also now, varda, my varda-ing fakement is in heaven, and my record is on high.
My bencoves scorn me: but mine ogle poureth out tears unto Gloria.
O that una might plead for a homie with Gloria, as a homie pleadeth for her homie ajax!
When a nishta dowry years are troll, then I shall troll the way whence I shall not return.

Chapter 17

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine ogle continue in their provocation?
Lett down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is she that will strike fambles with me?
For thou hast hid their thumping cheat from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
She that cackleth flattery to her bencoves, even the ogles of her chavvies shall fail.
She hath made me also a byword of the homies and palones; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
Mine ogle also is dim by reason of sharda, and all my members are as a shadow.
Upright homies shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
The bona also shall hold on her way, and she that hath clean fambles shall be butcher and butcher.
But as for you all, do ye return, and troll now: for I cannot find una wise homie among you.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my thumping cheat.
They change the nochy into journo: the sparkle is short because of munge.
If I wait, the grave is mine lattie: I have made my bed in the munge.
I have cackled to corruption, Thou art my Auntie: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall varda it?
They shall troll down to the bars of the pit, when our lettie together is in the dust.

Chapter 18

Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and cackled,
How long will it be ere ye make an end of lavs? Marcia, and afterwards we will cackle.
Wherefore are we counted as beasts, and reputed vile in your vardaing?
She teareth himself in her wild: shall the earth be forsaken for thee? and shall the rock be removed out of her place?
Any road up, the sparkle of the naff shall be put out, and the spark of her binco fakement shall not shine.
The sparkle shall be dark in her bijou tabernaclette, and her candle shall be put out with her.
The steps of her butchness shall be straitened, and her own counsel shall cast her down.
For she is cast into a net by her own plates, and she minceth upon a snare.
The gin shall lell her by the heel, and the robber shall prevail against her.
The snare is laued for her in the ground, and a trap for her in the way.
Terrors shall make her afraid on every side, and shall drive her to her plates.
Her butchness shall be hungerbitten, and destruction shall be ready at her side.
It shall devour the butchness of her skin: even the firstborn of carking it shall devour her butchness.
Her confidence shall be rooted out of her bijou tabernaclette, and it shall parker her to the dowriest homie of terrors.
It shall lett in her bijou tabernaclette, because it is none of her: brimstone shall be scattered upon her habitation.
Her roots shall be dried up beneath, and above shall her branch be cut off.
Her remembrance shall perish from the earth, and she shall have no name in the street.
She shall be driven from sparkle into munge, and chased out of the world.
She shall nishta have homie chavvie nishta nephew among her homies and palones, nishta any remaining in her dwellings.
They that troll after her shall be astonied at her journo, as they that trolled before were affrighted.
Surely such are the dwellings of the naff, and this is the place of her that knoweth not Gloria.

Chapter 19

Then Job answered and cackled,
How long will ye vex my nishta lucoddy, and break me in pieces with lavs?
These dacha times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me.
And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself.
If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:
Know now that Gloria hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with her net.
Varda, I screech out of wrong, but I am not aunt nelled: I screech aloud, but there is no judgment.
She hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and she hath set munge in my paths.
She hath stripped me of my fabeness, and lelled the mudge from my eke.
She hath battyfanged me on every side, and I am trolled: and mine hope hath she removed like a tree.
She hath also kindled her wrath against me, and she counteth me unto her as una of her enemies.
Her troops troll together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my bijou tabernaclette.
She hath put my sisters nishter ajax me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar bencoves have forgotten me.
They that lett in mine lattie, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their vardaing.
I screeched my serving homie, and she parkered me no answer; I intreated her with my screech.
My breath is strange to my palone affair, though I intreated for the chavvies‘s sake of mine own lucoddy.
Any road up, bean chavvies despised me; I arose, and they cackled against me.
All my inward bencoves abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am scarpered with the skin of my hampsteads.
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my bencoves; for the famble of Gloria hath reefed me.
Why do ye chivvy me as Gloria, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
Oh that my lavs were now screeved! oh that they were printed in a glossy!
That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
For I know that my redeemer letteth, and that she shall stand at the latter journo upon the earth:
And though after my skin worms battyfang this lucoddy, yet in my flesh shall I varda Gloria:
Whom I shall varda for myself, and mine ogles shall varda, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
But ye should cackle, Why chivvy we her, vardaing the root of the matter is found in me?
Be ye afraid of the dowry efink: for wrath parkereth the punishments of the dowry efink, that ye may know there is a judgment.

Chapter 20

Then answered Zophar the Naamathite, and cackled,
Therefore do my thoughts cause me to answer, and for this I make haste.
I have aunt nelled the check of my reproach, and the Fairy of my understanding causeth me to answer.
Knowest thou not this of badge, since homie was placed upon earth,
That the triumphing of the naff is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment?
Though her excellency mount up to the heavens, and her eke reach unto the clouds;
Yet she shall perish for ever like her own dung: they which have vardad her shall cackle, Where is she?
She shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: any road up, she shall be chased away as a vision of the nochy.
The ogle also which vardad her shall varda her nishta; nishta shall her place any more varda her.
Her chavvies shall charper to please the nanti dinarly, and her fambles shall restore their goods.
Her bones are full of the kertever of her beandom, which shall lie down with her in the dust.
Though naffness be bona in her screech, though she hide it under her polari;
Though she spare it, and forsake it not; but keep it still within her screech:
Yet her carnish in her chutney locker is turned, it is the gall of asps within her.
She hath jarried down riches, and she shall vomit them up again: Gloria shall cast them out of her belly.
She shall suck the poison of asps: the viper’s polari shall ferricadooza her.
She shall not varda the rivers, the dowry aquas, the brooks of honey and butter.
That which she laboured for shall she restore, and shall not jarry it down: according to her substance shall the restitution be, and she shall not rejoice therein.
Because she hath oppressed and hath forsaken the nanti dinarly; because she hath violently lelled away an lattie which she builded not;
Surely she shall not feel quietness in her belly, she shall not save of that which she fancied.
There shall none of her carnish be dry; therefore shall no homie varda for her goods.
In the fulness of her sufficiency she shall be in straits: every famble of the naff shall troll upon her.
When she is about to fill her belly, Gloria shall cast the fury of her wrath upon her, and shall rain it upon her while she is eating.
She shall scarper from the iron weapon, and the bow of steel shall strike her through.
It is drawn, and trolleth out of the lucoddy; any road up, the glittering dowry efink trolleth out of her gall: terrors are upon her.
All munge shall be hid in her secret places: a binco fakement not blown shall consume her; it shall troll ill with her that is dry in her bijou tabernaclette.
The heaven shall reveal her codness; and the earth shall rise up against her.
The increase of her lattie shall troll off, and her goods shall flow away in the journo of her wrath.
This is the portion of a naff homie from Gloria, and the heritage appointed unto her by Gloria.

Chapter 21

But Job answered and cackled,
Aunt nell diligently my cackle, and let this be your consolations.
Suffer me that I may cackle; and after that I have cackled, mock on.
As for me, is my complaint to homie? and if it were so, why should not my Fairy be troubled?
Marcia me, and be gobsmacked, and lett your famble upon your screech.
Even when I remember I am afraid, and trembling lelleth hold on my flesh.
Wherefore do the naff live, become badge, any road up, are dowry butch in power?
Their maria is established in their vardaing with them, and their offspring before their ogles.
Their latties are safe from fear, nishta is the rod of Gloria upon them.
Their bull gendereth, and faileth not; their cow calveth, and casteth not her calf.
They lau forth their bijou ones like a flock, and their chavvies wallop.
They lell the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ.
They spend their days in metties, and in a moment troll down to the grave.
Therefore they cackle unto Gloria, troll off from us; for we fancy not the knowledge of thy ways.
What is the Dowry butch, that we should serve her? and what profit should we have, if we pray unto her?
Lo, their bona is not in their famble: the counsel of the naff is nishter ajax me.
How oft is the candle of the naff put out! and how oft trolleth their destruction upon them! Gloria distributeth shardas in her wild.
They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away.
Gloria layeth up her codness for her chavvies: she rewardeth her, and she shall know it.
Her ogles shall varda her destruction, and she shall buvare of the wrath of the Dowry butch.
For what pleasure hath she in her lattie after her, when the number of her months is cut off in the midst?
Shall any teach Gloria knowledge? vardaing she judgeth those that are high.
Una carketh it in her full butchness, being wholly at ease and quiet.
Her foofs are full of milk, and her bones are moistened with marrow.
And another carketh it in the bitterness of her nishta lucoddy, and never eateth with pleasure.
They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cover them.
Varda, I know your thoughts, and the devices which ye wrongfully imagine against me.
For ye cackle, Where is the lattie of the princess? and where are the dwelling places of the naff?
Have ye not asked them that troll by the way? and do ye not know their tokens,
That the naff is reserved to the journo of destruction? they shall be brought forth to the journo of wrath.
Who shall screech her way to her eke? and who shall repay her what she hath done?
Yet shall she be brought to the grave, and shall remain in the tomb.
The clods of the valley shall be bona unto her, and every homie shall draw after her, as there are innumerable before her.
How then comfort ye me in vain, vardaing in your answers there remaineth falsehood?

Chapter 22

Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered and cackled,
Can a homie be profitable unto Gloria, as she that is wise may be profitable unto himself?
Is it any pleasure to the Dowry butch, that thou art bona? or is it gain to her, that thou makest thy ways absolutely fantabulosa?
Will she reprove thee for fear of thee? will she enter with thee into judgment?
Is not thy naffness dowry? and thine cods infinite?
For thou hast lelled a pledge from thy sister for nought, and stripped the nanti zhoosh of their clothing.
Thou hast not parkered aqua to the a stretcher case to buvare, and thou hast withholden pannan from the hungry.
But as for the dowry butch homie, she had the earth; and the honourable homie letted in it.
Thou hast laued widows away empty, and the arms of the fatherless have been broken.
Therefore snares are round about thee, and sudden fear troubleth thee;
Or munge, that thou canst not varda; and abundance of aquas cover thee.
Is not Gloria in the height of heaven? and varda the height of the twinkling fakements, how high they are!
And thou cackleth, How doth Gloria know? can she beak through the dark cloud?
Thick clouds are a covering to her, that she vardaeth not; and she minceth in the circuit of heaven.
Hast thou marked the badge way which naff homies have minced?
Which were cut down out of time, whose foundation was overflown with a dowry aqua:
Which cackled unto Gloria, troll off from us: and what can the Dowry butch do for them?
Yet she filled their latties with bona fakements: but the counsel of the naff is nishter ajax me.
The bona varda it, and are glad: and the innocent titter them to scorn.
Whereas our substance is not cut down, but the remnant of them the binco fakement consumeth.
Acquaint now thyself with her, and be at peace: thereby bona shall troll unto thee.
Lall, I pray thee, the law from her screech, and lett up her lavs in thine thumping cheat.
If thou troll back to the Dowry butch, thou shalt be built up, thou shalt put away codness nishter ajax thy bijoux tabernaclettes.
Then shalt thou lett up gelt as dust, and the gelt of Ophir as the stones of the brooks.
Any road up, the Dowry butch shall be thy defence, and thou shalt have plenty of silver.
For then shalt thou have thy delight in the Dowry butch, and shalt lift up thy eke unto Gloria.
Thou shalt make thy meshigener muttering unto her, and she shall aunt nell thee, and thou shalt pay thy vows.
Thou shalt also decree a fakement, and it shall be established unto thee: and the sparkle shall shine upon thy ways.
When homies are cast down, then thou shalt cackle, There is lifting up; and she shall save the humble person.
She shall deliver the island of the innocent: and it is laued by the pureness of thine fambles.

Chapter 23

Then Job answered and cackled,
Even to journo is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Oh that I knew where I might find her! that I might troll even to her seat!
I would order my cause before her, and fill my screech with arguments.
I would know the lavs which she would answer me, and understand what she would cackle unto me.
Will she plead against me with her dowry power? No; but she would put butchness in me.
There the bona might dispute with her; so should I be laued for ever from my beak.
Varda, I troll forward, but she is not there; and backward, but I cannot perceive her:
On the dry martini, where she doth acting dickey, but I cannot varda her: she hideth himself on the sweet martini, that I cannot varda her:
But she knoweth the way that I lell: when she hath tried me, I shall troll forth as gelt.
My plate hath held her steps, her way have I kept, and not declined.
Nishta have I trolled back from the butch lav of her lips; I have esteemed the lavs of her screech more than my necessary manjarry.
But she is in una mind, and who can turn her? and what her nishta lucoddy desireth, even that she doeth.
For she performeth the fakement that is appointed for me: and many such fakements are with her.
Therefore am I troubled at her presence: when I consider, I am afraid of her.
For Gloria maketh my thumping cheat soft, and the Dowry butch troubleth me:
Because I was not cut off before the munge, nishta hath she covered the munge from my eke.

Chapter 24

Why, vardaing times are not hidden from the Dowry butch, do they that know her not varda her days?
Some remove the landmarks; they violently lell away flocks, and feed thereof.
They drive away the ass of the fatherless, they lell the widow’s ox for a pledge.
They turn the needy out of the way: the nanti dinarly of the earth hide themselves together.
Varda, as wild asses in the desert, troll they forth to their acting dickey; rising betimes for a prey: the nishta smoke yieldeth manjarry for them and for their chavvies.
They reap every una her corn in the field: and they gather the vintage of the naff.
They cause the nanti zhoosh to lodge nanti clothing, that they have no covering in the cold.
They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for want of a shelter.
They pluck the fatherless from the breast, and lell a pledge of the nanti dinarly.
They cause her to troll nanti zhoosh nanti clothing, and they lell away the sheaf from the hungry;
Which make lube within their walls, and mince their winepresses, and suffer thirst.
Homies groan from out of the smoke, and the nishta lucoddy of the wounded screecheth out: yet Gloria layeth not folly to them.
They are of those that rebel against the sparkle; they know not the ways thereof, nishta lett in the paths thereof.
The murderer rising with the sparkle ferricadozaeth the nanti dinarly and needy, and in the nochy is as a sharpering homie.
The ogle also of the adulterer waiteth for the twilight, cackling, No ogle shall varda me: and disguiseth her eke.
In the dark they dig through latties, which they had marked for themselves in the daytime: they know not the sparkle.
For the morning is to them even as the shadow of carking it: if una know them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of carking it.
She is swift as the aquas; their portion is cursed in the earth: she beholdeth not the way of the vineyards.
Nishta parnie and heat consume the snow aquas: so doth the grave those which have kertervered.
The womb shall forget her; the worm shall feed sweetly on her; she shall be nishta remembered; and naffness shall be broken as a tree.
She nana entreateth the barren that beareth not: and doeth not bona to the widow.
She draweth also the dowry butch with her power: she riseth up, and no homie is sure of life.
Though it be parkered her to be in safety, whereon she resteth; yet her ogles are upon their ways.
They are exalted for a bijou while, but are trolled and brought low; they are lelled out of the way as all other, and cut off as the tops of the aunt nelly cheats of corn.
And if it be not so now, who will make me a liar, and make my cackle nishter worth?

Chapter 25

Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and cackled,
Dominion and fear are with her, she maketh peace in her high places.
Is there any number of her armies? and upon whom doth not her sparkle arise?
How then can homie be justified with Gloria? or how can she be clean that is born of a palone?
Varda even to the moon, and it shineth not; any road up, the twinkling fakements are not pure in her vardaing.
How dowry nanti dowry homie, that is a worm? and the homie chavvie of homie, which is a worm?

Chapter 26

But Job answered and cackled,
How hast thou helped her that is nanti power? how savest thou the arm that hath no butchness?
How hast thou counselled her that hath no wisdom? and how hast thou plentifully screeched the fakement as it is?
To whom hast thou uttered lavs? and whose Fairy trolled from thee?
Stiff fakements are formed from under the aquas, and the inhabitants thereof.
Hell is nanti zhoosh before her, and destruction hath no covering.
She stretcheth out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nishter.
She bindeth up the aquas in her thick clouds; and the cloud is not rent under them.
She holdeth back the eke of her throne, and spreadeth her cloud upon it.
She hath compassed the aquas with bounds, until the journo and nochy troll to an end.
The pillars of heaven tremble and are gobsmacked at her reproof.
She divideth the sea with her power, and by her understanding she slappeth through the proud.
By her Fairy she hath garnished the heavens; her famble hath formed the bent serpent.
Lo, these are parts of her ways: but how bijou a portion is aunt nelled of her? but the thunder of her power who can understand?

Chapter 27

Moreover Job continued her parable, and cackled,
As Gloria letteth, who hath lelled away my judgment; and the Dowry butch, who hath vexed my nishta lucoddy;
All the while my breath is in me, and the Fairy of Gloria is in my bugle;
My lips shall not cackle naffness, nishta my polari utter deceit.
Gloria forbid that I should justify you: till I cark it I will not remove mine integrity from me.
My bonaness I hold nishta manjarry, and will not let it troll: my thumping cheat shall not reproach me so long as I live.
Let mine enemy be as the naff, and she that riseth up against me as the unrighteous.
For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though she hath gained, when Gloria lelleth away her nishta lucoddy?
Will Gloria aunt nell her screech when trouble trolleth upon her?
Will she delight himself in the Dowry butch? will she always screech upon Gloria?
I will teach you by the famble of Gloria: that which is with the Dowry butch will I not conceal.
Varda, all ye yourselves have vardad it; why then are ye thus altogether vain?
This is the portion of a naff homie with Gloria, and the heritage of oppressors, which they shall lall of the Dowry butch.
If her chavvies be multiplied, it is for the dowry efink: and her offspring shall not be satisfied with pannan.
Those that remain of her shall be buried in carking it: and her widows shall not parnie.
Though she heap up silver as the dust, and prepare clobber as the clay;
She may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.
She buildeth her lattie as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh.
The rich homie shall lie down, but she shall not be gathered: she openeth her ogles, and she is not.
Terrors lell hold on her as aquas, a tempest stealeth her away in the nochy.
The east wind carrieth her away, and she departeth: and as a storm hurleth her out of her place.
For Gloria shall cast upon her, and not spare: she would fain scarper out of her famble.
Homies shall clap their fambles at her, and shall hiss her out of her place.

Chapter 28

Surely there is a vein for the silver, and a place for gelt where they bona it.
Iron is lelled out of the earth, and brass is molten out of the stone.
She setteth an end to munge, and searcheth out all perfection: the stones of munge, and the shadow of carking it.
The dowry aqua breaketh out from the inhabitant; even the aquas forgotten of the plate: they are dried up, they are trolled away from homies.
As for the earth, out of it trolleth pannan: and under it is turned up as it were binco fakement.
The stones of it are the place of sapphires: and it hath dust of gelt.
There is a path which no fowl knoweth, and which the vulture’s ogle hath not vardad:
The lion’s whelps have not minced it, nishta the fierce lion trolled by it.
She laueth forth her famble upon the rock; she overturneth the mountains by the roots.
She cutteth out rivers among the rocks; and her ogle vardaeth every precious fakement.
She bindeth the dowry aquas from overflowing; and the fakement that is hid parkereth she forth to sparkle.
But where shall wisdom be found? and where is the place of understanding?
Homie knoweth not the price thereof; nishta is it found in the land of the living.
The depth cackleth, It is not in me: and the sea cackleth, It is not with me.
It cannot be gotten for gelt, nishta shall silver be weighed for the price thereof.
It cannot be valued with the gelt of Ophir, with the precious onyx, or the sapphire.
The gelt and the crystal cannot equal it: and the exchange of it shall not be for groinage of bona gelt.
No mention shall be made of coral, or of zhoosh: for the price of wisdom is above rubies.
The topaz of Ethiopia shall not equal it, nishta shall it be valued with pure gelt.
Whence then trolleth wisdom? and where is the place of understanding?
Vardaing it is hid from the ogles of all living, and kept close from the fowls of the air.
Destruction and carking it cackle, We have aunt nelled the fame thereof with our aunt nelly cheats.
Gloria understandeth the way thereof, and she knoweth the place thereof.
For she varda-eth to the ends of the earth, and vardaeth under the whole heaven;
To make the weight for the winds; and she weigheth the aquas by measure.
When she made a decree for the rain, and a way for the lightning of the thunder:
Then did she varda it, and screech it; she prepared it, any road up, and searched it out.
And unto homie she cackled, varda, the fear of the Duchess, that is wisdom; and to troll off from nana is understanding.

Chapter 29

Moreover Job continued her parable, and cackled,
Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when Gloria preserved me;
When her candle shined upon my eke, and when by her sparkle I minced through munge;
As I was in the days of my beandom, when the secret of Gloria was upon my bijou tabernaclette;
When the Dowry butch was yet with me, when my chavvies were about me;
When I dhobied my steps with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of lube;
When I trolled out to the gate through the smoke, when I prepared my seat in the street!
The bean coves vardad me, and hid themselves: and the aged arose, and stood up.
The princesses refrained talking, and laued their famble on their screech.
The nobles held their peace, and their polari cleaved to the roof of their screech.
When the aunt nelling cheat aunt nelled me, then it fabed me; and when the ogle vardad me, it parkered varda-ing fakement to me:
Because I laued the nanti dinarly that screeched, and the fatherless, and her that had none to help her.
The bona lav of her that was ready to perish trolled upon me: and I caused the widow’s thumping cheat to sing for joy.
I put on bonaness, and it clothed me: my judgment was as a frock and a diadem.
I was ogles to the nanti varda, and plates was I to the nanti wallop.
I was a Auntie to the nanti dinarly: and the cause which I knew not I searched out.
And I brake the jaws of the naff, and plucked the spoil out of her hampsteads.
Then I cackled, I shall cark it in my nest, and I shall multiply my days as the sand.
My root was spread out by the aquas, and the dew lett all nochy upon my branch.
My fabeness was fresh in me, and my bow was renewed in my famble.
Unto me homies parkered aunt nelling cheat, and waited, and kept nishta cackle at my counsel.
After my lavs they cackled not again; and my cackle dropped upon them.
And they waited for me as for the rain; and they opened their screech wide as for the latter rain.
If I tittered on them, they believed it not; and the sparkle of my countenance they cast not down.
I chose out their way, and sat dowriest, and letted as a dowriest homie in the army, as una that comforteth the mourners.

Chapter 30

But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose aunties I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
Any road up, whereto might the butchness of their fambles profit me, in whom badgeness was perished?
For want and nix munjarlee they were solitary; fleeing into the nishta smoke in former time desolate and waste.
Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their carnish.
They were driven forth from among homies, (they screeched after them as after a sharpering homie; )
To lett in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
They were chavvies of fools, any road up, chavvies of base homies: they were viler than the earth.
And now am I their chant, any road up, I am their byword.
They abhor me, they scarper nishter ajax me, and spare not to spit in my eke.
Because she hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
Upon my sweet martini rise the beandom; they push away my plates, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
They trolled upon me as a wide breaking in of aquas: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my nishta lucoddy as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
And now my nishta lucoddy is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have lelled hold upon me.
My bones are pierced in me in the nochy season: and my sinews lell no lettie.
By the dowry force of my disease is my frock changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
She hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
I screech unto thee, and thou dost not aunt nell me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
Thou art become cruel to me: with thy butch famble thou opposest thyself against me.
Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
For I know that thou wilt parker me to carking it, and to the lattie appointed for all living.
Howbeit she will not stretch out her famble to the grave, though they screech in her destruction.
Did not I parnie for her that was in trouble? was not my nishta lucoddy grieved for the nanti dinarly?
When I looked for bona, then nana trolled unto me: and when I waited for sparkle, there trolled munge.
My chutney locker boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
I trolled mourning nanti the sun: I stood up, and I screeched in the punters.
I am a sister to drag queens, and a companion to owls.
My skin is goolie upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the cackling fakement of them that parnie.

Chapter 31

I made a covenant with mine ogles; why then should I think upon a maid?
For what portion of Gloria is there from above? and what inheritance of the Dowry butch from on high?
Is not destruction to the naff? and a strange zsa zsa-ing to the workers of codness?
Doth not she varda my ways, and count all my steps?
If I have minced with spangly, or if my plate hath hasted to deceit;
Let me be weighed in an even balance that Gloria may know mine integrity.
If my step hath turned out of the way, and mine thumping cheat minced after mine ogles, and if any blot hath cleaved to mine fambles;
Then let me sow, and let another jarry; any road up, let my offspring be rooted out.
If mine thumping cheat have been mogued by a palone, or if I have laued wait at my homie ajax‘s door;
Then let my palone affair grind unto another, and let others bow down upon her.
For this is an heinous crime; any road up, it is an codness to be zsa zsa-ed by the beaks.
For it is a binco fakement that consumeth to destruction, and would root out all mine increase.
If I did despise the cause of my homieservant or of my palone servant, when they contended with me;
What then shall I do when Gloria riseth up? and when she visiteth, what shall I answer her?
Did not she that made me in the womb make her? and did not una fashion us in the womb?
If I have withheld the nanti dinarly from their fancy, or have caused the ogles of the widow to fail;
Or have jarried my morsel myself alone, and the fatherless hath not jarried thereof;
(For from my beandom she was brought up with me, as with a Auntie, and I have guided her from my mother’s womb;)
If I have vardad any perish for want of clothing, or any nanti dinarly nanti covering;
If her loins have not fabed me, and if she were not warmed with the fleece of my sheep;
If I have lifted up my famble against the fatherless, when I vardad my help in the gate:
Then let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone.
For destruction from Gloria was a terror to me, and by reason of her highness I could not endure.
If I have made gelt my hope, or have cackled to the bona gelt, Thou art my confidence;
If I rejoice because my metties was dowry, and because mine famble had gotten dowry;
If I beheld the sun when it shined, or the moon mincing in brightness;
And my thumping cheat hath been secretly enticed, or my screech hath kissed my famble:
This also were an codness to be zsa zsa-ed by the beak: for I should have denied the Gloria that is above.
If I rejoice at the destruction of her that hated me, or lifted up myself when nana found her:
Nishta have I suffered my screech to kertever by wishing a curse to her nishta lucoddy.
If the homies of my bijou tabernaclette cackled not, Oh that we had of her flesh! we cannot be satisfied.
The stranger did not lodge in the street: but I opened my doors to the traveller.
If I covered my transgressions as Adam, by hiding mine codness in my bosom:
Did I fear a dowry multitude, or did the contempt of families terrify me, that I kept nishta cackle, and trolled not out of the door?
Oh that una would aunt nell me! varda, my fancy is, that the Dowry butch would answer me, and that mine adversary had screeved a glossy.
Surely I would lell it upon my shoulder, and bind it as a mudge to me.
I would screech unto her the number of my steps; as a princess would I troll near unto her.
If my land screech against me, or that the furrows likewise thereof complain;
If I have jarried the fruits thereof nanti dinarly, or have caused the owners thereof to lose their life:
Let thistles grow instead of wheat, and cockle instead of barley. The lavs of Job are ended.

Chapter 32

So these trey homies ceased to answer Job, because she was bona in her own ogles.
Then was kindled the wrath of Elihu the homie chavvie of Barachel the Buzite, of the kindred of Ram: against Job was her wrath kindled, because she justified himself rather than Gloria.
Also against her trey bencoves was her wrath kindled, because they had found no answer, and yet had condemned Job.
Now Elihu had waited till Job had cackled, because they were elder than she.
When Elihu vardad that there was no answer in the screech of these trey homies, then her wrath was kindled.
And Elihu the homie chavvie of Barachel the Buzite answered and cackled, I am bean, and ye are dowry badge; wherefore I was afraid, and durst not shew you mine opinion.
I cackled, Days should cackle, and multitude of years should teach wisdom.
But there is a Fairy in homie: and the inspiration of the Dowry butch giveth them understanding.
Dowry homies are not always wise: nishta do the aged understand judgment.
Therefore I cackled, aunt nell to me; I also will shew mine opinion.
Varda, I waited for your lavs; I parkered aunt nelling cheat to your reasons, whilst ye searched out what to cackle.
Any road up, I attended unto you, and, varda, there was none of you that convinced Job, or that answered her lavs:
Lest ye should cackle, We have found out wisdom: Gloria thrusteth her down, not homie.
Now she hath not directed her lavs against me: nishta will I answer her with your speeches.
They were gobsmacked, they answered nishta: they dry off speaking.
When I had waited, (for they cackled not, but stood still, and answered nishta);
I cackled, I will answer also my part, I also will shew mine opinion.
For I am full of matter, the Fairy within me constraineth me.
Varda, my belly is as sherry which hath no vent; it is ready to burst like new schooners.
I will cackle, that I may be refreshed: I will open my lips and answer.
Let me not, I pray you, accept any homie‘s person, nishta let me parker flattering titles unto homie.
For I know not to parker flattering titles; in so doing my maker would soon lell me away.

Chapter 33

Wherefore, Job, I pray thee, aunt nell my speeches, and aunt nell to all my lavs.
Varda, now I have opened my screech, my polari hath cackled in my screech.
My lavs shall be of the uprightness of my thumping cheat: and my lips shall utter knowledge clearly.
The Fairy of Gloria hath made me, and the breath of the Dowry butch hath parkered me life.
If thou canst answer me, set thy lavs in order before me, stand up.
Varda, I am according to thy wish in Gloria‘s stead: I also am formed out of the clay.
Varda, my terror shall not make thee afraid, nishta shall my famble be heavy upon thee.
Surely thou hast cackled in mine hearing, and I have aunt nelled the cackling fakement of thy lavs, cackling,
I am clean nanti transgression, I am innocent; nishta is there codness in me.
Varda, she findeth occasions against me, she counteth me for her enemy,
She laueth my plates in the stocks, she marketh all my paths.
Varda, in this thou art not just: I will answer thee, that Gloria is dowrier than homie.
Why dost thou strive against her? for she giveth not account of any of her matters.
For Gloria cackleth once, any road up twice, yet homie perceiveth it not.
In a dream, in a vision of the nochy, when deep letty falleth upon homies, in slumberings upon the bed;
Then she openeth the aunt nelly cheats of homies, and sealeth their instruction,
That she may withdraw homie from her purpose, and hide pride from homie.
She keepeth back her nishta lucoddy from the pit, and her life from perishing by the dowry efink.
She is chastened also with pain upon her bed, and the multitude of her bones with butch pain:
So that her life abhorreth pannan, and her nishta lucoddy dainty carnish.
Her flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be vardad; and her bones that were not vardad stick out.
Any road up, her nishta lucoddy draweth near unto the grave, and her life to the destroyers.
If there be a messenger with her, an interpreter, una among a mille, to shew unto homie her uprightness:
Then she is bona unto her, and cackleth, Deliver her from going down to the pit: I have found a ransom.
Her flesh shall be fresher than a chavvie‘s: she shall troll back to the days of her beandom:
She shall pray unto Gloria, and she will be favourable unto her: and she shall varda her eke with joy: for she will render unto homie her bonaness.
She varda-eth upon homies, and if any cackle, I have kertervered, and perverted that which was sweet, and it profited me not;
She will deliver her nishta lucoddy from going into the pit, and her life shall varda the sparkle.
Lo, all these fakements worketh Gloria oftentimes with homie,
To parker back her nishta lucoddy from the pit, to be enlightened with the sparkle of the living.
Marcia well, O Job, aunt nell unto me: hold thy peace, and I will cackle.
If thou hast anything to cackle, answer me: cackle, for I fancy to justify thee.
If not, aunt nell unto me: hold thy peace, and I shall teach thee wisdom.

Chapter 34

Furthermore Elihu answered and cackled,
Aunt nell my lavs, O ye wise homies; and parker aunt nelling cheat unto me, ye that have knowledge.
For the aunt nelling cheat trieth lavs, as the screech tasteth carnish.
Let us choose to us judgment: let us know among ourselves what is bona.
For Job hath cackled, I am bona: and Gloria hath lelled away my judgment.
Should I lie against my sweet? my wound is incurable nanti transgression.
What homie is like Job, who buvareth up scorning like aqua?
Which goeth in company with the workers of codness, and minceth with naff homies.
For she hath cackled, It profiteth a homie nishter that she should delight himself with Gloria.
Therefore aunt nell unto me ye homies of understanding: far be it from Gloria, that she should do naffness; and from the Dowry butch, that she should commit codness.
For the acting dickey of a homie shall she render unto her, and cause every homie to find according to her ways.
Any road up, surely Gloria will not do wickedly, nishta will the Dowry butch pervert judgment.
Who hath parkered her a charge over the earth? or who hath disposed the whole world?
If she set her thumping cheat upon homie, if she gather unto himself her Fairy and her breath;
All flesh shall perish together, and homie shall turn again unto dust.
If now thou hast understanding, aunt nell this: aunt nell to the cackling fakement of my lavs.
Shall even she that hateth sweet govern? and wilt thou condemn her that is most just?
Is it fit to cackle to a dowriest homie, Thou art naff? and to princesses, Ye are ungodly?
How dowry nanti dowry to her that accepteth not the persons of princesses, nishta regardeth the rich more than the nanti dinarly? for they all are the acting dickey of her fambles.
In a moment shall they cark it, and the homies and palones shall be troubled at midnight, and troll away: and the dowry butch shall be lelled away nanti famble.
For her ogles are upon the ways of homie, and she vardaeth all her goings.
There is no munge, nishta shadow of carking it, where the workers of codness may hide themselves.
For she will not lett upon homie more than sweet; that she should enter into judgment with Gloria.
She shall break in pieces dowry butch homies nanti number, and set others in their stead.
Therefore she knoweth their works, and she overturneth them in the nochy, so that they are battyfanged.
She striketh them as naff homies in the open vardaing of others;
Because they turned back from her, and would not consider any of her ways:
So that they cause the screech of the nanti dinarly to troll unto her, and she aunt nelleth the screech of the afflicted.
When she giveth quietness, who then can make trouble? and when she hideth her eke, who then can varda her? whether it be done against a nation, or against a homie only:
That the hypocrite reign not, lest the homies and palones be ensnared.
Surely it is meet to be cackled unto Gloria, I have borne chastisement, I will not offend any more:
That which I varda not teach thou me: if I have done codness, I will do nishta.
Should it be according to thy mind? she will recompense it, whether thou refuse, or whether thou choose; and not I: therefore cackle what thou knowest.
Let homies of understanding cackle me, and let a wise homie aunt nell unto me.
Job hath cackled nanti knowledge, and her lavs were nanti wisdom.
My fancy is that Job may be tried unto the end because of her answers for naff homies.
For she addeth rebellion unto her kertever, she clappeth her fambles among us, and multiplieth her lavs against Gloria.

Chapter 35

Elihu cackled moreover, and cackled,
Thinkest thou this to be sweet, that thou saidst, My bonaness is more than Gloria‘s?
For thou saidst, What advantage will it be unto thee? and, What profit shall I have, if I be cleansed from my kertever?
I will answer thee, and thy companions with thee.
Varda unto the heavens, and varda; and varda the clouds which are higher than thou.
If thou sinnest, what doest thou against her? or if thy transgressions be multiplied, what doest thou unto her?
If thou be bona, what givest thou her? or what receiveth she of thine famble?
Thy naffness may hurt a homie as thou art; and thy bonaness may profit the homie chavvie of homie.
By reason of the multitude of oppressions they make the oppressed to screech: they screech out by reason of the arm of the dowry butch.
But none cackleth, Where is Gloria my maker, who giveth chants in the nochy;
Who teacheth us more than the beasts of the earth, and maketh us wiser than the fowls of heaven?
There they screech, but none giveth answer, because of the pride of nana homies.
Surely Gloria will not aunt nell spangly, nishta will the Dowry butch regard it.
Although thou cackleth nishta varda her, yet judgment is before her; therefore trust thou in her.
But now, because it is not so, she hath visited in her wild; yet she knoweth it not in dowry extremity:
Therefore doth Job open her screech in vain; she multiplieth lavs nanti knowledge.

Chapter 36

Elihu also proceeded, and cackled,
Suffer me a bijou, and I will shew thee that I have yet to cackle on Gloria‘s behalf.
I will fetch my knowledge from nishta ajax, and will ascribe bonaness to my Maker.
For truly my lavs shall not be false: she that is absolutely fantabulosa in knowledge is with thee.
Varda, Gloria is dowry butch, and despiseth not any: she is dowry butch in butchness and wisdom.
She preserveth not the life of the naff: but giveth sweet to the nanti dinarly.
She withdraweth not her ogles from the bona: but with dowriest homies are they on the throne; any road up, she doth establish them for ever, and they are exalted.
And if they be bound in fetters, and be holden in cords of affliction;
Then she sheweth them their acting dickey, and their transgressions that they have exceeded.
She openeth also their aunt nelling cheat to discipline, and commandeth that they return from codness.
If they obey and serve her, they shall spend their days in prosperity, and their years in pleasures.
But if they obey not, they shall perish by the dowry efink, and they shall cark it nanti knowledge.
But the hypocrites in thumping cheat heap up wrath: they screech not when she bindeth them.
They cark it in beandom, and their life is among the nanti sparkle.
She delivereth the nanti dinarly in her affliction, and openeth their aunt nelly cheats in oppression.
Even so would she have removed thee out of the hettie into a broad place, where there is no straitness; and that which should be set on thy table should be full of fatness.
But thou hast fulfilled the judgment of the naff: judgment and justice lell hold on thee.
Because there is wrath, gardy loo lest she lell thee away with her stroke: then a dowry ransom cannot deliver thee.
Will she esteem thy riches? no, not gelt, nishta all the forces of butchness.
Fancy not the nochy, when homies and palones are cut off in their place.
Lell heed, regard not codness: for this hast thou chosen rather than affliction.
Varda, Gloria exalteth by her power: who teacheth like her?
Who hath enjoined her her way? or who can cackle, Thou hast wrought codness?
Remember that thou magnify her acting dickey, which homies varda.
Every homie may varda it; homie may varda it nishta ajax off.
Varda, Gloria is dowry, and we know her not, nishta can the number of her years be searched out.
For she maketh pogey the drops of aqua: they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof:
Which the clouds do drop and distil upon homie dowrily.
Also can any understand the spreadings of the clouds, or the screech of her bijou tabernaclette?
Varda, she spreadeth her sparkle upon it, and covereth the bottom of the sea.
For by them judgeth she the homies and palones; she giveth carnish in abundance.
With clouds she covereth the sparkle; and commandeth it not to shine by the cloud that trolleth betwixt.
The screech thereof sheweth concerning it, the cattle also concerning the vapour.

Chapter 37

At this also my thumping cheat trembleth, and is trolled out of her place.
Aunt nell attentively the screech of her cackling fakement, and the sound that goeth out of her screech.
She directeth it under the whole heaven, and her lightning unto the ends of the earth.
After it a cackling fakement roareth: she thundereth with the cackling fakement of her excellency; and she will not stay them when her cackling fakement is aunt nelled.
Gloria thundereth marvellously with her cackling fakement; dowry fakements doeth she, which we cannot comprehend.
For she cackleth to the snow, Be thou on the earth; likewise to the pogey rain, and to the dowry rain of her butchness.
She sealeth up the famble of every homie; that all homies may know her acting dickey.
Then the beasts troll into dens, and remain in their places.
Out of the south trolleth the whirlwind: and cold out of the north.
By the breath of Gloria frost is parkered: and the breadth of the aquas is straitened.
Also by watering she wearieth the thick cloud: she scattereth her bright cloud:
And it is turned round about by her counsels: that they may do whatsoever she commandeth them upon the eke of the world in the earth.
She causeth it to troll, whether for correction, or for her land, or for mercy.
Aunt nell unto this, O Job: stand still, and consider the fabulosa works of Gloria.
Dost thou know when Gloria disposed them, and caused the sparkle of her cloud to shine?
Dost thou know the balancings of the clouds, the fabulosa works of her which is absolutely fantabulosa in knowledge?
How thy frocks are warm, when she quieteth the earth by the south wind?
Hast thou with her spread out the sky, which is butch, and as a molten looking glass?
Teach us what we shall cackle unto her; for we cannot order our cackle by reason of munge.
Shall it be cackled her that I cackle? if a homie cackle, surely she shall be jarried up.
And now homies varda not the bright sparkle which is in the clouds: but the wind passeth, and sparkleth them.
Filly weather trolleth out of the north: with Gloria is nanna fabularity.
Reefing the Dowry butch, we cannot find her out: she is fantabulosa in power, and in judgment, and in plenty of justice: she will not afflict.
Homies do therefore fear her: she respecteth not any that are wise of thumping cheat.

Chapter 38

Then the Duchess answered Job out of the whirlwind, and cackled,
Who is this that darkeneth counsel by lavs nanti knowledge?
Gird up now thy loins like a homie; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
Where wast thou when I laued the foundations of the earth? screech, if thou hast understanding.
Who hath laued the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it?
Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laued the corner stone thereof;
When the morning twinkling fakements sang together, and all the homie chavvies of Gloria shouted for joy?
Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb?
When I made the cloud the frock thereof, and thick munge a swaddlingband for it,
And brake up for it my decreed place, and set bars and doors,
And cackled, Hitherto shalt thou troll, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed?
Hast thou commanded the morning since thy days; and caused the dayspring to know her place;
That it might lell hold of the ends of the earth, that the naff might be shaken out of it?
It is turned as clay to the seal; and they stand as a frock.
And from the naff their sparkle is withholden, and the high arm shall be broken.
Hast thou entered into the springs of the sea? or hast thou minced in the search of the depth?
Have the gates of carking it been opened unto thee? or hast thou vardad the doors of the shadow of carking it?
Hast thou perceived the breadth of the earth? screech if thou knowest it all.
Where is the way where sparkle letteth? and as for munge, where is the place thereof,
That thou shouldest lell it to the bound thereof, and that thou shouldest know the paths to the lattie thereof?
Knowest thou it, because thou wast then born? or because the number of thy days is dowry?
Hast thou entered into the gelt of the snow? or hast thou vardad the gelt of the hail,
Which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the journo of battle and barney?
By what way is the sparkle parted, which scattereth the east wind upon the earth?
Who hath medzered a watercourse for the overflowing of aquas, or a way for the lightning of thunder;
To cause it to rain on the earth, where no homie is; on the nishta smoke, wherein there is no homie;
To satisfy the desolate and waste ground; and to cause the bud of the tender herb to spring forth?
Hath the rain a Auntie? or who hath begotten the drops of dew?
Out of whose womb trolled the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it?
The aquas are hid as with a stone, and the eke of the deep is frozen.
Canst thou bind the bona influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?
Canst thou parker forth Mazzaroth in her season? or canst thou guide Arcturus with her homie chavvies?
Knowest thou the ordinances of heaven? canst thou set the dominion thereof in the earth?
Canst thou lift up thy cackling fakement to the clouds, that abundance of aquas may cover thee?
Canst thou lau lightnings, that they may troll and cackle unto thee, Here we are?
Who hath put wisdom in the inward parts? or who hath parkered understanding to the thumping cheat?
Who can number the clouds in wisdom? or who can stay the schooners of heaven,
When the dust groweth into hardness, and the clods cleave nishta manjarry together?
Wilt thou hunt the prey for the lion? or fill the appetite of the bean lions,
When they couch in their dens, and lett in the covert to lie in wait?
Who provideth for the raven her manjarry? when her bean ones screech unto Gloria, they troll for lack of carnish.

Chapter 39

Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock parker forth? or canst thou Marcia when the hinds do calve?
Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? or knowest thou the time when they parker forth?
They bow themselves, they parker forth their bean ones, they cast out their shardas.
Their bean ones are in bona liking, they grow up with corn; they troll forth, and return not unto them.
Who hath laued out the wild ass free? or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass?
Whose lattie I have made the nishta smoke, and the barren land her dwellings.
She scorneth the multitude of the smoke, nishta regardeth she the screeching of the driver.
The range of the mountains is her pasture, and she searcheth after every green fakement.
Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or lett by thy crib?
Canst thou bind the unicorn with her band in the furrow? or will she harrow the valleys after thee?
Wilt thou trust her, because her butchness is dowry? or wilt thou leave thy acting dickey to her?
Wilt thou believe her, that she will parker home thy maria, and gather it into thy barn?
Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?
Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,
And forgetteth that the plate may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.
She is hardened against her bean ones, as though they were not her’s: her acting dickey is in vain nanti fear;
Because Gloria hath deprived her of wisdom, nishta hath she imparted to her understanding.
What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and her rider.
Hast thou parkered the horse butchness? hast thou clothed her neck with thunder?
Canst thou make her afraid as a grasshopper? the fabeness of her bugle is nanna.
She paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in her butchness: she goeth on to meet the armed homies.
She mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; nishta turneth she back from the dowry efink.
The quiver rattleth against her, the glittering spear and the shield.
She swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: nishta believeth she that it is the sound of the tooting fakement.
She cackleth among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and she smelleth the battle nishta ajax off, the thunder of the captains, and the screeching.
Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?
She letteth and letteth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the butch place.
From thence she charpereth the prey, and her ogles varda nishta ajax off.
Her bean ones also suck up blood: and where the ferricadoozed are, there is she.

Chapter 40

Moreover the Duchess answered Job, and cackled,
Shall she that contendeth with the Dowry butch instruct her? she that reproveth Gloria, let her answer it.
Then Job answered the Duchess, and cackled,
Varda, I am vile; what shall I answer thee? I will lett mine famble upon my screech.
Once have I cackled; but I will not answer: any road up, twice; but I will proceed no further.
Then answered the Duchess unto Job out of the whirlwind, and cackled,
Gird up thy loins now like a homie: I will demand of thee, and screech thou unto me.
Wilt thou also disannul my judgment? wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be bona?
Hast thou an arm like Gloria? or canst thou thunder with a cackling fakement like her?
Deck thyself now with fabularity and excellency; and array thyself with fabeness and beauty.
Cast abroad the rage of thy wrath: and varda every una that is proud, and abase her.
Varda on every una that is proud, and parker her low; and mince down the naff in their place.
Hide them in the dust together; and bind their ekes in secret.
Then will I also dish unto thee that thine own sweet martini can save thee.
Varda now behemoth, which I made with thee; she eateth grass as an ox.
Lo now, her butchness is in her loins, and her force is in the navel of her belly.
She trolleth her tail like a cedar: the sinews of her stones are wrapped together.
Her bones are as butch pieces of brass; her bones are like bars of iron.
She is the dowriest of the ways of Gloria: she that made her can make her dowry efink to approach unto her.
Surely the mountains parker her forth manjarry, where all the beasts of the field play.
She lettieth under the shady trees, in the covert of the reed, and fens.
The shady trees cover her with their shadow; the willows of the brook compass her about.
Varda, she buvareth up a river, and hasteth not: she trusteth that she can draw up Jordan into her screech.
She lelleth it with her ogles: her nose pierceth through snares.

Chapter 41

Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or her polari with a cord which thou lettest down?
Canst thou put an hook into her nose? or bore her jaw through with a thorn?
Will she make many supplications unto thee? will she cackle soft lavs unto thee?
Will she make a covenant with thee? wilt thou lell her for a serving homie for ever?
Wilt thou play with her as with a bird? or wilt thou bind her for thy maidens?
Shall the companions make a banquet of her? shall they part her among the bodega homies?
Canst thou fill her skin with barbed irons? or her eke with fish spears?
Lett thine famble upon her, remember the battle, do nishta.
Varda, the hope of her is in vain: shall not una be cast down even at the vardaing of her?
None is so fierce that dare stir her up: who then is able to stand before me?
Who hath prevented me, that I should repay her? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
I will not conceal her parts, nishta her power, nishta her comely proportion.
Who can discover the eke of her frock? or who can troll to her with her double bridle?
Who can open the doors of her eke? her hampsteads are nanna round about.
Her scales are her pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
Una is so near to another, that no air can troll between them.
They are joined una to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
By her neesings a sparkle doth shine, and her ogles are like the eyelids of the morning.
Out of her screech troll burning bincos, and sparks of binco fakement leap out.
Out of her bugle goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
Her breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of her screech.
In her neck remaineth butchness, and sharda is turned into joy before her.
The flakes of her flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be trolled.
Her thumping cheat is as firm as a stone; any road up, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
When she raiseth up himself, the dowry butch are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
The dowry efink of her that layeth at her cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nishta the habergeon.
She esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
The arrow cannot make her scarper: slingstones are turned with her into stubble.
Darts are counted as stubble: she laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
Sharp stones are under her: she spreadeth sharp pointed fakements upon the mire.
She maketh the deep to boil like a pot: she maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
She maketh a path to shine after her; una would think the deep to be hoary.
Upon earth there is not her like, who is made nanti fear.
She beholdeth all high fakements: she is a dowriest homie over all the chavvies of pride.

Chapter 42

Then Job answered the Duchess, and cackled,
I know that thou canst do every fakement, and that no thought can be withholden from thee.
Who is she that hideth counsel nanti knowledge? therefore have I uttered that I understood not; fakements too fortuni for me, which I knew not.
Aunt nell, I beseech thee, and I will cackle: I will demand of thee, and screech thou unto me.
I have aunt nelled of thee by the hearing of the aunt nelling cheat: but now mine ogle vardaeth thee.
Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.
And it was so, that after the Duchess had cackled these lavs unto Job, the Duchess cackled to Eliphaz the Temanite, My wrath is kindled against thee, and against thy dewey bencoves: for ye have not cackled of me the fakement that is sweet, as my serving homie Job hath.
Therefore lell unto you now setter bullocks and setter rams, and troll to my serving homie Job, and offer up for yourselves a burnt parkering; and my serving homie Job shall pray for you: for her will I accept: lest I deal with you after your folly, in that ye have not cackled of me the fakement which is sweet, like my serving homie Job.
So Eliphaz the Temanite and Bildad the Shuhite and Zophar the Naamathite trolled, and did according as the Duchess commanded them: the Duchess also accepted Job.
And the Duchess turned the captivity of Job, when she prayed for her bencoves: also the Duchess parkered Job twice as dowry as she had before.
Then trolled there unto her all her sisters, and all her sisters, and all they that had been of her acquaintance before, and did jarry pannan with her in her lattie: and they bemoaned her, and comforted her over all the nana that the Duchess had brought upon her: every homie also parkered her a piece of dinarly, and every una an aunt nelly fake of gelt.
So the Duchess fabed the latter end of Job more than her beginning: for she had fourteen mille sheep, and sey mille camels, and a mille yoke of oxen, and a mille she asses.
She had also setter homie chavvies and trey palone chavvies.
And she screeched the name of the first, Jemima; and the name of the second, Kezia; and the name of the third, Kerenhappuch.
And in all the land were no palones found so filly as the palone chavvies of Job: and their Auntie parkered them inheritance among their sisters.
After this lived Job an chenter and quarter dacha years, and vardad her homie chavvies, and her homie chavvies‘ homie chavvies, even quarter chavvies.
So Job carked it, being badge and full of days.