Job 17
1 Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me.
My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
2 Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis.
Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
3 Lord, delyuere thou me, and sette thou me bisidis thee; and the hond of ech fiyte ayens me.
Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
4 Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, `ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid.
For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
5 He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile.
He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
6 He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem.
But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.
7 Myn `iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt.
Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
8 Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite.
Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
9 And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis.
That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
10 Therfor alle `ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man.
But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?
11 My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte.
My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
12 Tho han turned the nyyt `in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt.
Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
13 If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis. (Sheol h7585)
If I wait for hades as my house, in darkness, have spread out my couch; (Sheol h7585)
14 Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister.
To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
15 Therfor where is now myn abidyng? and who biholdith my pacience?
Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
