Job 17
1 Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me.
spiritus meus adtenuabitur dies mei breviabuntur et solum mihi superest sepulchrum
2 Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis.
non peccavi et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus
3 Lord, delyuere thou me, and sette thou me bisidis thee; and the hond of ech fiyte ayens me.
libera me et pone iuxta te et cuiusvis manus pugnet contra me
4 Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, `ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid.
cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina et propterea non exaltabuntur
5 He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile.
praedam pollicetur sociis et oculi filiorum eius deficient
6 He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem.
posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi et exemplum sum coram eis
7 Myn `iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt.
caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus et membra mea quasi in nihili redacta sunt
8 Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite.
stupebunt iusti super hoc et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur
9 And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis.
et tenebit iustus viam suam et mundis manibus addet fortitudinem
10 Therfor alle `ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man.
igitur vos omnes convertimini et venite et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem
11 My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte.
dies mei transierunt cogitationes meae dissipatae sunt torquentes cor meum
12 Tho han turned the nyyt `in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt.
noctem verterunt in diem et rursum post tenebras spero lucem
13 If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis. (Sheol h7585)
si sustinuero infernus domus mea est in tenebris stravi lectulum meum (Sheol h7585)
14 Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister.
putredini dixi pater meus es mater mea et soror mea vermibus
15 Therfor where is now myn abidyng? and who biholdith my pacience?
ubi est ergo nunc praestolatio mea et patientiam meam quis considerat
