Job 17
1 Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me.
Spirit my it is broken days my they are extinguished grave [belong] to me.
2 Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis.
Not mockeries [are] with me and on rebelling they may it dwell eye my.
3 Lord, delyuere thou me, and sette thou me bisidis thee; and the hond of ech fiyte ayens me.
Make! please stand surety for me with yourself who? that to hand my will he strike himself.
4 Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, `ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid.
For heart their you have kept from understanding there-fore not you will exalt [them].
5 He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile.
For a share he tells friends and [the] eyes of children his they will fail.
6 He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem.
And he has set me to use a proverb peoples and a spitting to [the] face I am.
7 Myn `iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt.
And it has grown dim from grief eye my and members my [are] like shadow all of them.
8 Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite.
They are appalled upright [people] on this and [the] innocent on [the] godless he will rouse himself.
9 And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis.
And he may hold [the] righteous way his and [the] clean of hands he will increase strength.
10 Therfor alle `ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man.
And but all of them you will return and come please and not I will find among you a wise [person].
11 My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte.
Days my they have passed plans my they have been torn apart [the] wishes of heart my.
12 Tho han turned the nyyt `in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt.
Night into day they make light [is] near from before darkness.
13 If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis. (Sheol h7585)
If I will hope for Sheol home my in the darkness I have spread out beds my. (Sheol h7585)
14 Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister.
To the pit I have called out [are] father my you O mother my and sister my to the maggot.
15 Therfor where is now myn abidyng? and who biholdith my pacience?
And where? then [is] hope my and hope my who? will he observe it.
