Job 13
1 Behold my eye hath seen all these things, and my ear hath heard them, and I have understood them all.
Lo! myn iye siy alle thingis, and myn eere herde; and Y vndurstood alle thingis.
2 According to your knowledge I also know: neither am I inferior to you.
Euene with youre kunnyng also Y kan, and Y am not lowere than ye.
3 But yet I will speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.
But netheles Y schal speke to Almyyti God, and Y coueite to dispute with God;
4 Having first shewn that you are forgers of lies, and maintainers of perverse opinions.
and firste Y schewe you makeris of leesyng, and louyeris of weyward techyngis.
5 And I wish you would hold your peace, that you might be thought to be wise men.
And `Y wolde that ye weren stille, that ye weren gessid to be wise men.
6 Hear ye therefore my reproof, and attend to the judgment of my lips.
Therfor here ye my chastisyngis; and perseyue ye the doom of my lippis.
7 Hath God any need of your lie, that you should speak deceitfully for him?
Whether God hath nede to youre leesyng, that ye speke gilis for hym?
8 Do you accept his person, and do you endeavour to judge for God?
Whether ye taken his face, and enforsen to deme for God?
9 Or shall it please him, from whom nothing can be concealed? or shall he be deceived as a man, with your deceitful dealings?
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 shall reprove you, because in secret you accept his person.
He schal repreue you; for ye taken his face in hiddlis.
11 As soon as he shall move himself, he shall trouble you: and his dread shall fall upon you.
Anoon as he schal stire hym, he schal disturble you; and his drede schal falle on you.
12 Your remembrance shall be compared to ashes, and your necks shall be brought to clay.
Youre mynde schal be comparisound to aische; and youre nollis schulen be dryuun in to clei.
13 Hold your peace a little while, that I may speak whatsoever my mind shall suggest to me.
Be ye stille a litil, that Y speke, what euer thing the mynde hath schewid to me.
14 Why do I tear my flesh with my teeth, and carry my soul in my hands?
Whi to-rende Y my fleischis with my teeth, and bere my lijf in myn hondis?
15 Although he should bill me, I will trust in him: but yet I will reprove my ways in his sight.
Yhe, thouy God sleeth me, Y schal hope in hym; netheles Y schal preue my weies in his siyt.
16 And he shall be my saviour: for no hypocrite shall come before his presence.
And he schal be my sauyour; for whi ech ypocrite schal not come in his siyt.
17 Hear ye my speech, and receive with Sour ears hidden truths.
Here ye my word, and perseyue ye with eeris derke and harde figuratif spechis.
18 If I shall be judged, I know that I shall be found just.
Yf Y schal be demed, Y woot that Y schal be foundun iust.
19 Who is he that will plead against me? let him come: why am I consumed holding my peace?
Who is he that is demed with me? Come he; whi am Y stille, and am wastid?
20 Two things only do not to me, and then from thy face I shall not be hid:
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 dread terrify me.
Make thin hond fer fro me; and thi drede make not me aferd.
22 Call me, and I will answer thee: or else I will speak, and do thou answer me.
Clepe thou me, and Y schal answere thee; ethir certis Y schal speke, and thou schalt answere me.
23 How many are my iniquities and sins? make me know my crimes and offences.
Hou grete synnes and wickidnessis haue Y? Schewe thou to me my felonyes, and trespassis.
24 Why hidest thou thy face, and thinkest me thy enemy?
Whi hidist thou thi face, and demest me thin enemy?
25 Against a leaf, that is carried away with the wind, thou shewest thy power, and thou pursuest a dry straw.
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 wilt consume me for the sins of my youth.
For thou writist bitternessis ayens me; and wolt waste me with the synnes of my yong wexynge age.
27 Thou hast put my feet in the stocks, and hast observed all my paths, and hast considered the steps 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 Who am to be consumed as rottenness, and as a garment that is moth-eaten.
And Y schal be wastid as rot, and as a cloth, which is etun of a mouyte.
