Job 23
1 Then responded Job, and said: —
Sotheli Joob answeride, and seide,
2 Even to-day, is my complaint rebellion? His hand, is heavier than my groaning.
Now also my word is in bitternesse, and the hond of my wounde is agreggid on my weilyng.
3 Oh that I knew where I might find him! I would come even unto his dwelling-place;
Who yyueth to me, that Y knowe, and fynde hym, and come `til to his trone?
4 I would set out, before him, a plea, and, my mouth, would I fill with arguments;
Y schal sette doom bifor hym, and Y schal fille my mouth with blamyngis;
5 I would note the words wherewith he would respond to me, and would mark what he would say to 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 fulness of might, contend with me? Nay, surely, he, would give heed to me!
Y nyle, that he stryue with me bi greet strengthe, nether oppresse me with the heuynesse of his greetnesse.
7 There an upright man, might reason with him, so should I deliver myself completely from my judge.
Sette he forth equite ayens me, and my doom come perfitli to victorie.
8 Behold! eastward, I go, but he is not there, and, westward, but I perceive him not;
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 On the north, where he worketh, but I get no vision, He hideth himself on the south that I cannot see him.
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 choose, Having tried me, as gold, I shall come forth.
But he knowith my weie, and he schal preue me as gold, that passith thorouy fier.
11 Of his steps, my foot taketh hold, His way, have I kept, and not swerved;
My foot suede hise steppis; Y kepte his weie, and Y bowide not awey fro it.
12 The command of his lips, and would not go back, and, in my bosom, have I treasured the words of his lips.
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 one, and who can turn him? What his soul desired, he hath done.
For he is aloone, and no man may turne awei hise thouytis; and what euer thing he wolde, his wille dide this thing.
14 Surely he will accomplish what is decreed for me, and, many such things, hath he in store.
Whanne he hath fillid his wille in me, also many othere lijk thingis ben redi to hym.
15 For this cause, from his presence, am I driven in fear, I diligently consider and am kept back from him in dread:
And therfor Y am disturblid of his face, and Y biholdynge hym am anguyschid for drede.
16 Yea, GOD, hath made timid my heart, and, the Almighty, hath put me in terror.
God hath maad neische myn herte, and Almyyti God hath disturblid me.
17 Because I was not cut off before the darkness, nor, before my face, did the gloom form a shroud.
For Y perischide not for derknessis neiyynge; nethir myist hilide my face.
