How much less one that is abominable and corrupt, A man that drinketh iniquity like water!
A worthless witness mocketh at judgement: And the mouth of the wicked swalloweth iniquity.
What man is like Job, Who drinketh up scorning like water?
For we also were aforetime foolish, disobedient, deceived, serving divers lusts and pleasures, living in malice and envy, hateful, hating one another.
Every one of them is gone back; they are together become filthy; There is none that doeth good, no, not one.
Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent In dust and ashes.
Though wickedness be sweet in his mouth, Though he hide it under his tongue;
How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Which are crushed before the moth!
I will shew thee, hear thou me; And that which I have seen I will declare: