< Job 16 >

1 Then Job answered and said,
Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Y `herde ofte siche thingis;
2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
alle ye ben heuy coumfortouris.
3 Shall vain words have an end? or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
Whether wordis ful of wynd schulen haue an ende? ether ony thing is diseseful to thee, if thou spekist?
4 I also could speak as ye do; if your soul were in my soul’s stead, I could join words together against you, and shake mine head at you.
Also Y myyte speke thingis lijk to you, and `Y wolde, that youre soule were for my soule; and Y wolde coumfort you by wordis, and Y wolde moue myn heed on you;
5 [But] I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the solace of my lips should assuage [your grief].
Y wolde make you stronge bi my mouth, and Y wolde moue lippis as sparynge you.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
But what schal Y do? If Y speke, my sorewe restith not; and if Y am stille, it goith not awei fro me.
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
But now my sorewe hath oppressid me, and alle my lymes ben dryuun in to nouyt.
8 And thou hast laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me]: and my leanness riseth up against me, it testifieth to my face.
My ryuelyngis seien witnessyng ayens me, and a fals spekere is reisid ayens my face, and ayenseith me.
9 He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; he hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
He gaderide togidere his woodnesse in me, and he manaasside me, and gnastide ayens me with his teeth; myn enemye bihelde me with ferdful iyen.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: they gather themselves together against me.
Thei openyden her mouthis on me, and thei seiden schenschip, and smytiden my cheke; and thei ben fillid with my peynes.
11 God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
God hath closid me togidere at the wickid, and hath youe me to the hondis of wickid men.
12 I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: he hath also set me up for his mark.
Y thilke riche man and famouse sum tyme, am al to brokun sudeynli; `he helde my nol; he hath broke me, and hath set me as in to a signe.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
He hath cumpasside me with hise speris, he woundide togidere my leendis; he sparide not, and schedde out myn entrails in to the erthe.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a giant.
He beet me with wounde on wounde; he as a giaunt felde in on me.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
Y sewide togidere a sak on my skyn; and Y hilide my fleisch with aische.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My face bolnyde of wepynge, and myn iyeliddis wexiden derke.
17 Although there is no violence in mine hands, and my prayer is pure.
Y suffride these thingis with out wickidnesse of myn hond, `that is, werk, whanne Y hadde cleene preieris to God.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no [resting] place.
Erthe, hile thou not my blood, and my cry fynde not in thee a place of hidyng.
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and he that coucheth for me is on high.
`For, lo! my witnesse is in heuene; and the knowere of my consience is in hiye places.
20 My friends scorn me: [but] mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
A! my frendis, ful of wordis, myn iye droppith to God.
21 That he would maintain the right of a man with God, and of a son of man with his neighbour!
And `Y wolde, that a man were demed so with God, as the sone of man is demed with his felowe.
22 For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
`For lo! schorte yeeris passen, and Y go a path, bi which Y schal not turne ayen.

< Job 16 >