Job 13
1 Lo, mine eye hath seen all [this], mine ear hath heard and understood it.
Lo! myn iye siy alle thingis, and myn eere herde; and Y vndurstood alle thingis.
2 What ye know, I know also: I am not inferior to you.
Euene with youre kunnyng also Y kan, and Y am not lowere than ye.
3 But I will speak to the Almighty, and will find pleasure in reasoning with God;
But netheles Y schal speke to Almyyti God, and Y coueite to dispute with God;
4 For ye indeed are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.
and firste Y schewe you makeris of leesyng, and louyeris of weyward techyngis.
5 Oh that ye would be altogether silent! and it would be your wisdom.
And `Y wolde that ye weren stille, that ye weren gessid to be wise men.
6 Hear now my defence, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips.
Therfor here ye my chastisyngis; and perseyue ye the doom of my lippis.
7 Will ye speak unrighteously for God? and for him speak deceit?
Whether God hath nede to youre leesyng, that ye speke gilis for hym?
8 Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God?
Whether ye taken his face, and enforsen to deme for God?
9 Will it be well if he should search you out? or as one mocketh at a man, will ye mock at him?
Ethir it schal plese hym, fro whom no thing mai be hid? Whether he as a man schal be disseyued with youre falsnessis?
10 He will certainly reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.
He schal repreue you; for ye taken his face in hiddlis.
11 Shall not his excellency terrify you? and his dread fall upon you?
Anoon as he schal stire hym, he schal disturble you; and his drede schal falle on you.
12 Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, your bulwarks are bulwarks of mire.
Youre mynde schal be comparisound to aische; and youre nollis schulen be dryuun in to clei.
13 Hold your peace from me, and I will speak, and let come on me what [will]!
Be ye stille a litil, that Y speke, what euer thing the mynde hath schewid to me.
14 Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
Whi to-rende Y my fleischis with my teeth, and bere my lijf in myn hondis?
15 Behold, if he slay me, yet would I trust in him; but I will defend mine own ways before him.
Yhe, thouy God sleeth me, Y schal hope in hym; netheles Y schal preue my weies in his siyt.
16 This also shall be my salvation, that a profane man shall not come before his face.
And he schal be my sauyour; for whi ech ypocrite schal not come in his siyt.
17 Hear attentively my speech and my declaration with your ears.
Here ye my word, and perseyue ye with eeris derke and harde figuratif spechis.
18 Behold now, I have ordered the cause; I know that I shall be justified.
Yf Y schal be demed, Y woot that Y schal be foundun iust.
19 Who is he that contendeth with me? For if I were silent now, I should expire.
Who is he that is demed with me? Come he; whi am Y stille, and am wastid?
20 Only do not two things unto me; then will I not hide myself from thee.
Do thou not to me twei thingis oneli; and thanne Y schal not be hid fro thi face.
21 Withdraw thy hand far from me; and let not thy terror make me afraid:
Make thin hond fer fro me; and thi drede make not me aferd.
22 Then call, and I will answer; or I will speak, and answer thou me.
Clepe thou me, and Y schal answere thee; ethir certis Y schal speke, and thou schalt answere me.
23 How many are mine iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin.
Hou grete synnes and wickidnessis haue Y? Schewe thou to me my felonyes, and trespassis.
24 Wherefore dost thou hide thy face, and countest me for thine enemy?
Whi hidist thou thi face, and demest me thin enemy?
25 Wilt thou terrify a driven leaf? and wilt thou pursue dry stubble?
Thou schewist thi myyt ayens a leef, which is rauyschid with the wynd; and thou pursuest drye stobil.
26 For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth;
For thou writist bitternessis ayens me; and wolt waste me with the synnes of my yong wexynge age.
27 And thou puttest my feet in the stocks, and markest all my paths; thou settest a bound about the soles of my feet; —
Thou hast set my foot in a stok, and thou hast kept alle my pathis; and thou hast biholde the steppis of my feet.
28 One who, as a rotten thing consumeth, as a garment that the moth eateth.
And Y schal be wastid as rot, and as a cloth, which is etun of a mouyte.
