Job 17
1 My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave is ready for me.
Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me.
2 Yet truly those that mock are with me, and on their offendings must my eye rest.
Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis.
3 And thou, [Creator!] attend, I pray thee, be my surety with thyself: who else is there that would strike hands with me?
Lord, delyuere thou me, and sette thou me bisidis thee; and the hond of ech fiyte ayens me.
4 For thou hast concealed their heart against intelligence: therefore art thou not exalted [through them].
Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, `ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid.
5 Every one of them speaketh deceptively to his friends: may also the eyes of his children fail.
He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile.
6 And he hath placed me here as a by-word unto nations; and I become openly as a place of abomination.
He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem.
7 Therefore is my eye dim from vexation, and my limbs are all of them like a shadow.
Myn `iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt.
8 Upright men must be astonished at this, and the innocent must arouse himself against the hypocrite.
Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite.
9 Yet will the righteous hold firmly on to his way; and he that is clean of hands will acquire additional strength.
And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis.
10 But all of you, do only return, and come but [to me]: and yet I shall not find among you one wise man.
Therfor alle `ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man.
11 My days are past, my resolves are broken off, [even the thoughts]—the possessions of my heart.
My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte.
12 These would change the night into day, the light as near in the presence of darkness.—
Tho han turned the nyyt `in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt.
13 When I hope for the nether world as my house; in the darkness have I spread my couch; (Sheol h7585)
If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis. (Sheol h7585)
14 When I call to corruption, Thou art my father: Thou art my mother, and my sister, to the worms.
Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister.
15 Ay, where is then my hope? as for my hope, who will see it [fulfilled]?
Therfor where is now myn abidyng? and who biholdith my pacience?
