Job 17
1 Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me.
I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
2 Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis.
Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
3 Lord, delyuere thou me, and sette thou me bisidis thee; and the hond of ech fiyte ayens me.
Who is this? let him join hands with me.
4 Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, `ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid.
For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
5 He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile.
He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
6 He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem.
But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
7 Myn `iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt.
For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
8 Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite.
Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
9 And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis.
But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
10 Therfor alle `ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man.
Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
11 My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte.
My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
12 Tho han turned the nyyt `in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt.
I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
13 If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis. (Sheol h7585)
For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister.
I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
15 Therfor where is now myn abidyng? and who biholdith my pacience?
Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
