Job 10
1 “My soul has been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I 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 say to God, Do not condemn me, Let me know why You strive [with] me.
Y schal seie to God, Nyle thou condempne me; schewe thou to me, whi thou demest me so.
3 Is it good for You that You oppress? That You despise the labor of Your hands, And shine on 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 Do you have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?
Whethir fleischli iyen ben to thee, ethir, as a man seeth, also thou schalt se?
5 [Are] Your days as the days of man? Your 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 You inquire for my iniquity, And seek for my sin?
that thou enquere my wickidnesse, and enserche my synne?
7 For You know that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Your hand.
And wite, that Y haue do no `wickid thing; sithen no man is, that may delyuere fro thin hond?
8 Your hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together all around, And You swallow me up!
Thin hondis han maad me, and han formed me al in cumpas; and thou castist me doun so sodeynli.
9 Please remember That You have made me as clay, And You bring me back to dust.
Y preye, haue thou mynde, that thou madist me as cley, and schalt brynge me ayen in to dust.
10 Do You not pour me out as milk? And curdle me as cheese?
Whether thou hast not mylkid me as mylk, and hast cruddid me togidere as cheese?
11 Skin and flesh You put on me, And fence me with bones and sinews.
Thou clothidist me with skyn and fleisch; thou hast ioyned me togidere with boonys and senewis.
12 Life and kindness You have done with me. And Your inspection has preserved my spirit.
Thou hast youe lijf and mercy to me, and thi visiting hath kept my spirit.
13 And these You have laid up in Your heart, I have known that this [is] with You.
Thouy thou helist these thingis in thin herte, netheles Y woot, that thou hast mynde of alle thingis.
14 If I sinned, then You have observed me, And do not acquit me from my iniquity,
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 have done wickedly—woe to me, And righteously—I do not lift up my head, Full of shame—then see 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 rises—as a lion You hunt me. And You turn back—You show Yourself wonderful in 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 You renew Your witnesses against me, and multiply Your anger with me, Changes and warfare [are] with 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 And why from the womb Have You brought me forth? I expire, and the eye does not see me.
Whi hast thou led me out of the wombe? `And Y wolde, that Y were wastid, lest an iye `schulde se me.
19 I am as [if] I had not been, I am brought from the belly 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 Are my days not few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up 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 do not return, To a land of darkness and death-shade,
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 obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade—and no order, And the shining [is] as thick darkness.”
where is schadewe of deeth, and noon ordre, but euerlastynge hidousnesse dwellith.
