Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me.
2 [Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?
Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis.
3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who [is] he [that] will 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 hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, `ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid.
5 He that speaketh flattery to [his] friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile.
6 He hath made me also a by-word of the people; and in former time I was as a tabret.
He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shade.
Myn `iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt.
8 Upright [men] shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find [one] wise [man] among you.
Therfor alle `ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte.
12 They change the night into day: the light [is] short because of darkness.
Tho han turned the nyyt `in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt.
If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis. (Sheol h7585)
14 I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister.
Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister.
15 And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?
Therfor where is now myn abidyng? and who biholdith my pacience?
