Job 7
1 Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?
Knyythod is lijf of man on erthe, and his daies ben as the daies of an hired man.
2 As, a bondman, panteth for the shadow, and as, a hireling, longeth for his wage,
As an hert desireth schadowe, and as an hirede man abideth the ende of his werk;
3 So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.
so and Y hadde voide monethis, and Y noumbrede trauailous niytes to me.
4 As soon as I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? yet he lengtheneth out the evening, and I am wearied with tossings until the breeze of twilight.
If Y schal slepe, Y schal seie, Whanne schal Y rise? and eft Y schal abide the euentid, and Y schal be fillid with sorewis `til to derknessis.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
Mi fleisch is clothid with rot, and filthis of dust; my skyn driede vp, and is drawun togidere.
6 My days, are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.
My daies passiden swiftliere thanne a web is kit doun `of a webstere; and tho daies ben wastid with outen ony hope.
7 Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:
God, haue thou mynde, for my lijf is wynde, and myn iye schal not turne ayen, that it se goodis.
8 Nor shall see me—the eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.
Nethir the siyt of man schal biholde me; but thin iyen ben in me, and Y schal not `be in deedli lijf.
As a cloude is wastid, and passith, so he that goith doun to helle, schal not stie; (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall not return again to his house, and his own place shall be acquainted with him no more.
nether schal turne ayen more in to his hows, and his place schal no more knowe hym.
11 I also, cannot restrain my mouth, —I must speak, in the anguish of my spirit, I must find utterance, in the bitterness of my soul.
Wherfor and Y schal not spare my mouth; Y schal speke in the tribulacioun of my spirit, Y schal talke togidere with the bitternesse of my soule.
12 Am, I, a sea, or a sea-monster, —That thou shouldst set over me a watch?
Whether Y am the see, ethir a whal, for thou hast cumpassid me with prisoun?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help to carry my complaint,
If Y seie, My bed schal coumfort me, and Y schal be releeuyd, spekynge with me in my bed;
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and, by visions, dost thou terrify me:
thou schalt make me aferd bi dremys, and thou schalt schake me with `orrour, ethir hidousnesse, `bi siytis.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than [these] my bones!
Wherfor my soule `chees hangyng, and my boonys cheesiden deth.
16 I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.
`Y dispeiride, now Y schal no more lyue; Lord, spare thou me, for my daies ben nouyt.
17 What is a mortal, that thou shouldst nurture him? Or that thou shouldst fix upon him thy mind?
What is a man, for thou `magnifiest hym? ether what settist thou thin herte toward hym?
18 That thou shouldst inspect him morning by morning, moment by moment, shouldst test him?
Thou visitist hym eerly, and sudeynli thou preuest hym.
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?
Hou long sparist thou not me, nether suffrist me, that Y swolowe my spotele?
20 I have sinned, What can I do for thee, thou watcher of men? Wherefore hast thou set me as thine object of attack, or have I become, unto thee, a burden?
Y haue synned; A! thou kepere of men, what schal Y do to thee? Whi hast thou set me contrarie to thee, and Y am maad greuouse to my silf?
21 And why wilt thou not remove my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For, now, in the dust, should I lie down, and thou shouldst seek me diligently, and I should not be.
Whi doist thou not awei my sinne, and whi takist thou not awei my wickidnesse? Lo! now Y schal slepe in dust, and if thou sekist me eerli, Y schal not abide.
