Job 32
1 Forsothe these thre men leften of to answere Joob, for he semyde a iust man to hem.
And these three men cease from answering Job, for he [is] righteous in his own eyes,
2 And Helyu, the sone of Barachel Buzites, of the kynrede of Ram, was wrooth, and hadde indignacioun; forsothe he was wrooth ayens Joob, for he seide hym silf to be iust bifor God.
and burn doth the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram; against Job hath his anger burned, because of his justifying himself more than God;
3 Sotheli Helyu hadde indignacioun ayens the thre frendis of hym, for thei hadden not founde resonable answere, but oneli hadde condempned Joob.
and against his three friends hath his anger burned, because that they have not found an answer, and condemn Job.
4 Therfor Helyu abood Joob spekynge, for thei, that spaken, weren eldere men.
And Elihu hath waited earnestly beside Job with words, for they are older than he in days.
5 But whanne he hadde seyn, that thre men myyten not answere, he was wrooth greetly.
And Elihu seeth that there is no answer in the mouth of the three men, and his anger burneth.
6 And Helyu, the sone of Barachel Buzites, answeride, and seyde, Y am yongere in tyme, sotheli ye ben eldere; therfor with heed holdun doun Y dredde to schewe to you my sentence.
And Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite answereth and saith: — Young I [am] in days, and ye [are] age Therefore I have feared, And am afraid of shewing you my opinion.
7 For Y hopide that lengere age schulde speke, and that the multitude of yeeris schulden teche wisdom.
I said: Days do speak, And multitude of years teach wisdom.
8 But as Y se, spirit is in men, and the enspiryng `ether reuelacioun, of Almyyti God yyueth vndurstondyng.
Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Doth cause them to understand.
9 Men of long lijf ben not wise, and elde men vndurstonden not doom.
The multitude are not wise, Nor do the aged understand judgment.
10 Therfor Y schal seie, Here ye me, and Y also schal schewe my kunnyng to you.
Therefore I have said: Hearken to me, I do shew my opinion — even I.
11 For Y abood youre wordis, Y herde youre prudence, as long as ye dispuytiden in youre wordis.
Lo, I have waited for your words, I give ear unto your reasons, Till ye search out sayings.
12 And as long as Y gesside you to seie ony thing, Y bihelde; but as Y se, `noon is of you, that may repreue Joob, and answere to hise wordis;
And unto you I attend, And lo, there is no reasoner for Job, [Or] answerer of his sayings among you.
13 lest perauenture ye seien, We han founde wisdom; God, and not man, hath cast hym awei.
Lest ye say, We have found wisdom, God doth thrust him away, not man.
14 Joob spak no thing to me, and Y not bi youre wordis schal answere hym.
And he hath not set in array words for me, And with your sayings I do not answer him.
15 Thei dredden, and answeriden no more, and token awei speche fro hem silf.
(They have broken down, They have not answered again, They removed from themselves words.
16 Therfor for Y abood, and thei spaken not, thei stoden, and answeriden no more; also Y schal answere my part,
And I have waited, but they do not speak, For they have stood still, They have not answered any more.)
17 and Y schal schewe my kunnyng.
I answer, even I — my share, I shew my opinion — even I.
18 For Y am ful of wordis, and the spirit of my wombe, `that is, mynde, constreyneth me.
For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast,
19 Lo! my wombe is as must with out `spigot, ether a ventyng, that brekith newe vessels.
Lo, my breast [is] as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.
20 Y schal speke, and brethe ayen a litil; Y schal opene my lippis, and Y schal answere.
I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.
21 Y schal not take the persoone of man, and Y schal not make God euene to man.
Let me not, I pray you, accept the face of any, Nor unto man give flattering titles,
22 For Y woot not hou long Y schal abide, and if my Makere take me awei `after a litil tyme.
For I have not known to give flattering titles, In a little doth my Maker take me away.
