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, do I know also; I am not inferior unto you.
Euene with youre kunnyng also Y kan, and Y am not lowere than ye.
3 Notwithstanding I would 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 But ye are plasterers 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 altogether hold your peace! 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 reasoning, 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 talk deceitfully for Him?
Whether God hath nede to youre leesyng, that ye speke gilis for hym?
8 Will ye show Him favour? Will ye contend for God?
Whether ye taken his face, and enforsen to deme for God?
9 Would it be good that He should search you out? Or as one mocketh a man, will ye mock 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 surely reprove you, if ye do secretly show favour.
He schal repreue you; for ye taken his face in hiddlis.
11 Shall not His majesty 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 memorials shall be like unto ashes, your eminences to eminences of clay.
Youre mynde schal be comparisound to aische; and youre nollis schulen be dryuun in to clei.
13 Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may 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? I will 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 Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him; but I will argue my 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 hypocrite cannot come before Him.
And he schal be my sauyour; for whi ech ypocrite schal not come in his siyt.
17 Hear diligently my speech, and let my declaration be in your ears.
Here ye my word, and perseyue ye with eeris derke and harde figuratif spechis.
18 Behold now, I have ordered my 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 will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and die.
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 Thou, and I will answer; or let me 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 hidest Thou Thy face, and holdest me for Thine enemy?
Whi hidist thou thi face, and demest me thin enemy?
25 Wilt Thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt Thou pursue the dry stubble?
Thou schewist thi myyt ayens a leef, which is rauyschid with the wynd; and thou pursuest drye stobil.
26 That Thou shouldest write bitter things against me, and make me to inherit the iniquities of my youth.
For thou writist bitternessis ayens me; and wolt waste me with the synnes of my yong wexynge age.
27 Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; Thou drawest Thee a line 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 Though I am like a wine-skin that consumeth, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
And Y schal be wastid as rot, and as a cloth, which is etun of a mouyte.
