Job 10
1 My soul is disgusted with my life; I will give free vent to my complaint over myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Yt anoieth my soule of my lijf; Y schal lete my speche ayens me, Y schal speke in the bitternesse of my soule.
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; let me know for what cause thou contendest against me.
Y schal seie to God, Nyle thou condempne me; schewe thou to me, whi thou demest me so.
3 Is it well for thee that thou shouldst oppress, that thou shouldst reject the labor of thy hands, and shed light upon the counsel of the wicked?
Whether it semeth good to thee, if thou `falsli chalengist and oppressist me, the werk of thin hondis; and if thou helpist the counsel of wickid men?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or wilt thou see as a mortal seeth?
Whethir fleischli iyen ben to thee, ethir, as a man seeth, also thou schalt se?
5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal, or are thy years as the days of a man,
Whether thi daies ben as the daies of man, and `thi yeeris ben as mannus tymes;
6 That thou inquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
that thou enquere my wickidnesse, and enserche my synne?
7 Still it is within thy knowledge that I am not wicked, and there is none that can deliver me out of thy hand.
And wite, that Y haue do no `wickid thing; sithen no man is, that may delyuere fro thin hond?
8 Thy hands have carefully fashioned me and made me; every thing is in harmony all round about; and yet thou dost destroy me!
Thin hondis han maad me, and han formed me al in cumpas; and thou castist me doun so sodeynli.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that as though I were clay hast thou made me; and wilt thou cause me to return again unto the dust?
Y preye, haue thou mynde, that thou madist me as cley, and schalt brynge me ayen in to dust.
10 Behold, like milk didst thou pour me out, and like cheese didst thou curdle me.
Whether thou hast not mylkid me as mylk, and hast cruddid me togidere as cheese?
11 With skin and flesh didst thou clothe me, and with bones and sinews didst thou cover me.
Thou clothidist me with skyn and fleisch; thou hast ioyned me togidere with boonys and senewis.
12 Life and kindness didst thou grant me, and thy providence watched over my spirit.
Thou hast youe lijf and mercy to me, and thi visiting hath kept my spirit.
13 And yet these things hadst thou treasured up in thy heart: I know that this was [resolved] within thee.
Thouy thou helist these thingis in thin herte, netheles Y woot, that thou hast mynde of alle thingis.
14 If I have sinned, then dost thou watch me, and from my iniquity thou wilt not declare me guiltless.
If Y dide synne, and thou sparidist me at an our; whi suffrist thou not me to be cleene of my wickidnesse?
15 If I be wicked, woe unto me: and if I be righteous, I can still not lift up my head; I am sated with disgrace, and ever seeing my affliction;
And if Y was wickid, wo is to me; and if Y was iust, Y fillid with turment and wretchidnesse `schal not reise the heed.
16 And it constantly increaseth; like a fierce lion dost thou hunt for me; and again thou showest thyself continually wonderful on me;
And if Y reise `the heed for pride, thou schalt take me as a lionesse; and thou turnest ayen, and turmentist me wondirli.
17 Thou ever renewest thy witnesses against me, and causest thy indignation to grow strong against me; changes and multitudes [of sufferings] are around me.
Thou gaderist in store thi witnessis ayens me, and thou multipliest thin yre, `that is, veniaunce, ayens me; and peynes holden knyythod in me.
18 Wherefore then didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had perished, and that no eye had seen me!
Whi hast thou led me out of the wombe? `And Y wolde, that Y were wastid, lest an iye `schulde se me.
19 That I were as though I had not been, —had been borne from the womb to the grave.
That Y hadde be, as if Y were not, and `were translatid, ethir borun ouer, fro the wombe to the sepulcre.
20 Lo! my days are but few: cease, then, withdraw from me [thy hand], that I may recover my cheerfulness a little.
Whether the fewnesse of my daies schal not be endid in schort? Therfor suffre thou me, that Y biweile `a litil my sorewe,
21 Before I go, and return not, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,
bifor that Y go, and turne not ayen, to the derk lond, and hilid with the derknesse of deth, to the lond of wrecchidnesse and of derknessis;
22 A land of utter gloom, as of the darkness of the shadow of death, without any order, and the light of which is like utter gloom.
where is schadewe of deeth, and noon ordre, but euerlastynge hidousnesse dwellith.
