one there is, and he hath not a second; neither a son, nor a brother; and nevertheless he ceaseth not to travail, neither his eyes be filled with riches; neither he bethinketh him, and saith, To whom travail I, and deceive my soul in goods? In this also is vanity, and the worst torment.
And God said to him, Fool, in this night they shall take thy life from thee [or they shall ask of thee thy soul]. And whose shall those things be, that thou hast arrayed?
Nevertheless I guess all things to be impairment for the clear science of Jesus Christ my Lord. For whom I made all things impairment, and I deem as drit [or as turds], that I win Christ,