Job 27
1 Job again took up his parable, and said,
Also Joob addide, takynge his parable, and seide,
2 “As God lives, who has taken away my right, the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter
God lyueth, that hath take awey my doom, and Almyyti God, that hath brouyt my soule to bitternesse.
3 (for the length of my life is still in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils);
For as long as breeth is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nose thirlis,
4 surely my lips will not speak unrighteousness, neither will my tongue utter deceit.
my lippis schulen not speke wickidnesse, nether my tunge schal thenke a leesyng.
5 Far be it from me that I should justify you. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
Fer be it fro me, that Y deme you iust; til Y faile, Y schal not go awei fro myn innocence.
6 I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go. My heart will not reproach me so long as I live.
Y schal not forsake my iustifiyng, which Y bigan to holde; for myn herte repreueth me not in al my lijf.
7 “Let my enemy be as the wicked. Let him who rises up against me be as the unrighteous.
As my wickid enemy doth; myn aduersarie is as wickid.
8 For what is the hope of the godless, when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
For what is the hope of an ypocrite, if he rauyschith gredili, and God delyuerith not his soule?
9 Will God hear his cry when trouble comes on him?
Whether God schal here the cry of hym, whanne angwisch schal come on hym?
10 Will he delight himself in the Almighty, and call on God at all times?
ether whether he may delite in Almyyti God, and inwardli clepe God in al tyme?
11 I will teach you about the hand of God. I will not conceal that which is with the Almighty.
Y schal teche you bi the hond of God, what thingis Almyyti God hath; and Y schal not hide.
12 Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?
Lo! alle ye knowen, and what speken ye veyn thingis with out cause?
13 “This is the portion of a wicked man with God, the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from the Almighty.
This is the part of a wickid man anentis God, and the eritage of violent men, ether rauenours, whiche thei schulen take of Almyyti God.
14 If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword. His offspring will not be satisfied with bread.
If hise children ben multiplied, thei schulen be slayn in swerd; and hise sones sones schulen not be fillid with breed.
15 Those who remain of him will be buried in death. His widows will make no lamentation.
Thei, that ben residue of hym, schulen be biried in perischyng; and the widewis of hym schulen not wepe.
16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare clothing as the clay;
If he gaderith togidere siluer as erthe, and makith redi clothis as cley;
17 he may prepare it, but the just will put it on, and the innocent will divide the silver.
sotheli he made redi, but a iust man schal be clothid in tho, and an innocent man schal departe the siluer.
18 He builds his house as the moth, as a booth which the watchman makes.
As a mouyte he hath bildid his hous, and as a kepere he made a schadewyng place.
19 He lies down rich, but he will not do so again. He opens his eyes, and he is not.
A riche man, whanne he schal die, schal bere no thing with hym; he schal opene hise iyen, and he schal fynde no thing.
20 Terrors overtake him like waters. A storm steals him away in the night.
Pouert as water schal take hym; and tempeste schal oppresse hym in the nyyt.
21 The east wind carries him away, and he departs. It sweeps him out of his place.
Brennynge wynd schal take hym, and schal do awei; and as a whirlewynd it schal rauysche hym fro his place.
22 For it hurls at him, and does not spare, as he flees away from his hand.
He schal sende out turmentis on hym, and schal not spare; he fleynge schal `fle fro his hond.
23 Men will clap their hands at him, and will hiss him out of his place.
He schal streyne hise hondis on him, and he schal hisse on hym, and schal biholde his place.
