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 attenuabitur; 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, Domine, et pone me juxta te, et cujusvis 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: propterea non exaltabuntur.
5 He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile.
Prædam pollicetur sociis, et oculi filiorum ejus 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 nihilum redacta sunt.
8 Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite.
Stupebunt justi 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 justus 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 omnes vos 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 meæ dissipatæ 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, et 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 præstolatio mea? et patientiam meam quis considerat?
