^{12 Ref} Though he doth sweeten evil in his mouth, Doth hide it under his tongue,

^{13 Ref} Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,

^{14 Ref} His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.

^{15 Ref} Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.

^{16 Ref} Gall of asps he sucketh, Slay him doth the tongue of a viper.

^{17 Ref} He looketh not on rivulets, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.

^{18 Ref} He is giving back `what' he laboured for, And doth not consume `it'; As a bulwark `is' his exchange, and he exults not.

^{19 Ref} For he oppressed -- he forsook the poor, A house he hath taken violently away, And he doth not build it.

^{20 Ref} For he hath not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he delivereth not himself.

^{21 Ref} There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.

^{22 Ref} In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.

^{23 Ref} It cometh to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sendeth forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Yea, He raineth on him in his eating.