Job 19
1 Then Job answered and said,
Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Hou long turmente ye my soule,
2 How long will all of you vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
and al to-breken me with wordis?
3 These ten times have all of you reproached me: all of you are not ashamed that all of you make yourselves strange to me.
Lo! ten sithis ye schenden me, and ye ben not aschamed, oppressynge me.
4 And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remains with myself.
Forsothe and if Y `koude not, myn vnkynnyng schal be with me.
5 If indeed all of you will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:
And ye ben reisid ayens me, and repreuen me with my schenschipis.
6 Know now that God has overthrown me, and has compassed me with his net.
Nameli now vndurstonde ye, that God hath turmentid me not bi euene doom, and hath cumpassid me with hise betyngis.
7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
Lo! Y suffrynge violence schal crye, and no man schal here; Y schal crye loude, and `noon is that demeth.
8 He has fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he has set darkness in my paths.
He bisette aboute my path, and Y may not go; and he settide derknessis in my weie.
9 He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
He hath spuylid me of my glorye, and hath take awey the coroun fro myn heed.
10 He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope has he removed like a tree.
He hath distried me on ech side, and Y perischide; and he hath take awei myn hope, as fro a tre pullid vp bi the roote.
11 He has also kindled his wrath against me, and he counts me unto him as one of his enemies.
His stronge veniaunce was wrooth ayens me; and he hadde me so as his enemye.
12 His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and camp round about my tabernacle.
Hise theues camen togidere, and `maden to hem a wei bi me; and bisegiden my tabernacle in cumpas.
13 He has put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily cut off from me.
He made fer my britheren fro me; and my knowun as aliens yeden awei fro me.
14 My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
My neiyboris forsoken me; and thei that knewen me han foryete me.
15 They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an foreigner in their sight.
The tenauntis of myn hows, and myn handmaydis hadden me as a straunger; and Y was as a pilgrym bifor her iyen.
16 I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I implored him with my mouth.
Y clepide my seruaunt, and he answeride not to me; with myn owne mouth Y preiede hym.
17 My breath is strange to my wife, though I implored for the children's sake of mine own body.
My wijf wlatide my breeth; and Y preiede the sones of my wombe.
18 Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spoke against me.
Also foolis dispisiden me; and whanne Y was goon awei fro hem, thei bacbitiden me.
19 All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
Thei, that weren my counselouris sum tyme, hadden abhomynacioun of me; and he, whom Y louede moost, was aduersarie to me.
20 My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Whanne fleischis weren wastid, my boon cleuyde to my skyn; and `oneli lippis ben left aboute my teeth.
21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O all of you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
Haue ye merci on me, haue ye merci on me, nameli, ye my frendis; for the hond of the Lord hath touchid me.
22 Why do all of you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
Whi pursuen ye me, as God pursueth; and ben fillid with my fleischis?
23 Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
Who yyueth to me, that my wordis be writun? Who yyueth to me,
24 That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
that tho be writun in a book with an yrun poyntil, ethir with a plate of leed; ethir with a chisel be grauun in a flynt?
25 For I know that my redeemer lives, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
For Y woot, that myn ayenbiere lyueth, and in the laste dai Y schal rise fro the erthe;
26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
and eft Y schal be cumpassid with my skyn, and in my fleisch Y schal se God, my sauyour.
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
Whom Y my silf schal se, and myn iyen schulen biholde, and not an other man. This myn hope is kept in my bosum.
28 But all of you should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?
Whi therfor seien ye now, Pursue we hym, and fynde we the roote of a word ayens hym?
29 Be all of you afraid of the sword: for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that all of you may know there is a judgment.
Therfor fle ye fro the face of the swerd; for the swerd is the vengere of wickidnessis, and wite ye, that doom schal be.
