Job 23
1 Then answered Job, and said,
Sotheli Joob answeride, and seide,
2 Even now is my complaint bitter: my suffering is heavier than my groans.
Now also my word is in bitternesse, and the hond of my wounde is agreggid on my weilyng.
3 Oh who would grant that I knew where I might find him! that I might attain to his Judgment throne!
Who yyueth to me, that Y knowe, and fynde hym, and come `til to his trone?
4 I would put in order before him my cause, and my mouth would I fill with arguments.
Y schal sette doom bifor hym, and Y schal fille my mouth with blamyngis;
5 I should know the words which he might answer me, and understand what he might say unto me.
that Y kunne the wordis, whiche he schal answere to me, and that Y vnderstonde, what he schal speke to me.
6 Would he with his power contend against me? he would truly not lay such doings to my charge.
Y nyle, that he stryue with me bi greet strengthe, nether oppresse me with the heuynesse of his greetnesse.
7 There would an upright one argue with him; and I should be allowed to escape for ever by my judge.
Sette he forth equite ayens me, and my doom come perfitli to victorie.
8 But, lo, I go eastward—and he is not there; and to the west— and I cannot perceive him;
If Y go to the eest, God apperith not; if Y go to the west, Y schal not vndurstonde hym; if Y go to the left side,
9 When he doth great things at the north, I behold him not; he hideth himself in the south—and I see him not.
what schal Y do? Y schal not take hym; if Y turne me to the riyt side, Y schal not se hym.
10 But he knoweth the way that I take: were he to probe me, I should come forth as gold.
But he knowith my weie, and he schal preue me as gold, that passith thorouy fier.
11 On his steps my foot hath held fast: his way have I kept, and swerved not.
My foot suede hise steppis; Y kepte his weie, and Y bowide not awey fro it.
12 From the commandment of his lips have I also not moved away: as a fixed statute for me have I treasured up the sayings of his mouth.
Y yede not awei fro the comaundementis of hise lippis; and Y hidde in my bosum the wordis of his mouth.
13 But he is unchangeably one, and who can turn him? And what his will desireth, even that he doth.
For he is aloone, and no man may turne awei hise thouytis; and what euer thing he wolde, his wille dide this thing.
14 For he will bring to completion what hath been destined for me: and like these hath he many other things with him.
Whanne he hath fillid his wille in me, also many othere lijk thingis ben redi to hym.
15 Therefore am I terrified at his presence: I will reflect, and be in dread of him.
And therfor Y am disturblid of his face, and Y biholdynge hym am anguyschid for drede.
16 Still God hath made timid my heart, and the Almighty hath terrified me;
God hath maad neische myn herte, and Almyyti God hath disturblid me.
17 Because I was not destroyed before this darkness, and because he hath not hidden from my face [this] gloom.
For Y perischide not for derknessis neiyynge; nethir myist hilide my face.
