Job 27
1 Also Joob addide, takynge his parable, and seide,
And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: —
2 God lyueth, that hath take awey my doom, and Almyyti God, that hath brouyt my soule to bitternesse.
God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty — He made my soul bitter.
3 For as long as breeth is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nose thirlis,
For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
4 my lippis schulen not speke wickidnesse, nether my tunge schal thenke a leesyng.
My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.
5 Fer be it fro me, that Y deme you iust; til Y faile, Y schal not go awei fro myn innocence.
Pollution to me — if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.
6 Y schal not forsake my iustifiyng, which Y bigan to holde; for myn herte repreueth me not in al my lijf.
On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.
7 As my wickid enemy doth; myn aduersarie is as wickid.
As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.
8 For what is the hope of an ypocrite, if he rauyschith gredili, and God delyuerith not his soule?
For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?
9 Whether God schal here the cry of hym, whanne angwisch schal come on hym?
His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
10 ether whether he may delite in Almyyti God, and inwardli clepe God in al tyme?
On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?
11 Y schal teche you bi the hond of God, what thingis Almyyti God hath; and Y schal not hide.
I shew you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I hide not.
12 Lo! alle ye knowen, and what speken ye veyn thingis with out cause?
Lo, ye — all of you — have seen, And why [is] this — ye are altogether vain?
13 This is the part of a wickid man anentis God, and the eritage of violent men, ether rauenours, whiche thei schulen take of Almyyti God.
This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.
14 If hise children ben multiplied, thei schulen be slayn in swerd; and hise sones sones schulen not be fillid with breed.
If his sons multiply — for them [is] a sword. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.
15 Thei, that ben residue of hym, schulen be biried in perischyng; and the widewis of hym schulen not wepe.
His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.
16 If he gaderith togidere siluer as erthe, and makith redi clothis as cley;
If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,
17 sotheli he made redi, but a iust man schal be clothid in tho, and an innocent man schal departe the siluer.
He prepareth — and the righteous putteth [it] on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.
18 As a mouyte he hath bildid his hous, and as a kepere he made a schadewyng place.
He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
19 A riche man, whanne he schal die, schal bere no thing with hym; he schal opene hise iyen, and he schal fynde no thing.
Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
20 Pouert as water schal take hym; and tempeste schal oppresse hym in the nyyt.
Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
21 Brennynge wynd schal take hym, and schal do awei; and as a whirlewynd it schal rauysche hym fro his place.
Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,
22 He schal sende out turmentis on hym, and schal not spare; he fleynge schal `fle fro his hond.
And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.
23 He schal streyne hise hondis on him, and he schal hisse on hym, and schal biholde his place.
It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.
