Job 13
1 Lo! myn iye siy alle thingis, and myn eere herde; and Y vndurstood alle thingis.
Loe, mine eye hath seene all this: mine eare hath heard, and vnderstande it.
2 Euene with youre kunnyng also Y kan, and Y am not lowere than ye.
I knowe also as much as you knowe: I am not inferiour vnto you.
3 But netheles Y schal speke to Almyyti God, and Y coueite to dispute with God;
But I will speake to the Almightie, and I desire to dispute with God.
4 and firste Y schewe you makeris of leesyng, and louyeris of weyward techyngis.
For in deede ye forge lyes, and all you are physitions of no value.
5 And `Y wolde that ye weren stille, that ye weren gessid to be wise men.
Oh, that you woulde holde your tongue, that it might be imputed to you for wisedome!
6 Therfor here ye my chastisyngis; and perseyue ye the doom of my lippis.
Nowe heare my disputation, and giue eare to the arguments of my lips.
7 Whether God hath nede to youre leesyng, that ye speke gilis for hym?
Will ye speake wickedly for Gods defence, and talke deceitfully for his cause?
8 Whether ye taken his face, and enforsen to deme for God?
Will ye accept his person? or will ye contende for God?
9 Ethir it schal plese hym, fro whom no thing mai be hid? Whether he as a man schal be disseyued with youre falsnessis?
Is it well that he shoulde seeke of you? will you make a lye for him, as one lyeth for a man?
10 He schal repreue you; for ye taken his face in hiddlis.
He will surely reprooue you, if ye doe secretly accept any person.
11 Anoon as he schal stire hym, he schal disturble you; and his drede schal falle on you.
Shall not his excellencie make you afraid? and his feare fall vpon you?
12 Youre mynde schal be comparisound to aische; and youre nollis schulen be dryuun in to clei.
Your memories may be compared vnto ashes, and your bodyes to bodyes of clay.
13 Be ye stille a litil, that Y speke, what euer thing the mynde hath schewid to me.
Holde your tongues in my presence, that I may speake, and let come vpon what will.
14 Whi to-rende Y my fleischis with my teeth, and bere my lijf in myn hondis?
Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soule in mine hande?
15 Yhe, thouy God sleeth me, Y schal hope in hym; netheles Y schal preue my weies in his siyt.
Loe, though he slay me, yet will I trust in him, and I will reprooue my wayes in his sight.
16 And he schal be my sauyour; for whi ech ypocrite schal not come in his siyt.
He shalbe my saluation also: for the hypocrite shall not come before him.
17 Here ye my word, and perseyue ye with eeris derke and harde figuratif spechis.
Heare diligently my wordes, and marke my talke.
18 Yf Y schal be demed, Y woot that Y schal be foundun iust.
Beholde nowe: if I prepare me to iudgement, I knowe that I shalbe iustified.
19 Who is he that is demed with me? Come he; whi am Y stille, and am wastid?
Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
20 Do thou not to me twei thingis oneli; and thanne Y schal not be hid fro thi face.
But doe not these two things vnto me: then will I not hide my selfe from thee.
21 Make thin hond fer fro me; and thi drede make not me aferd.
Withdrawe thine hande from me, and let not thy feare make me afraide.
22 Clepe thou me, and Y schal answere thee; ethir certis Y schal speke, and thou schalt answere me.
Then call thou, and I will answere: or let me speake, and answere thou me.
23 Hou grete synnes and wickidnessis haue Y? Schewe thou to me my felonyes, and trespassis.
Howe many are mine iniquities and sinnes? shewe me my rebellion, and my sinne.
24 Whi hidist thou thi face, and demest me thin enemy?
Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and takest me for thine enemie?
25 Thou schewist thi myyt ayens a leef, which is rauyschid with the wynd; and thou pursuest drye stobil.
Wilt thou breake a leafe driuen to and from? and wilt thou pursue the drie stubble?
26 For thou writist bitternessis ayens me; and wolt waste me with the synnes of my yong wexynge age.
For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possesse the iniquities of my youth.
27 Thou hast set my foot in a stok, and thou hast kept alle my pathis; and thou hast biholde the steppis of my feet.
Thou puttest my feete also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly vnto all my pathes, and makest the print thereof in ye heeles of my feet.
28 And Y schal be wastid as rot, and as a cloth, which is etun of a mouyte.
Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
