Job 23

1 Sotheli Joob answeride, and seide,

Then responded Job, and said: —

2 Now also my word is in bitternesse, and the hond of my wounde is agreggid on my weilyng.

Even to-day, is my complaint rebellion? His hand, is heavier than my groaning.

3 Who yyueth to me, that Y knowe, and fynde hym, and come `til to his trone?

Oh that I knew where I might find him! I would come even unto his dwelling-place;

4 Y schal sette doom bifor hym, and Y schal fille my mouth with blamyngis;

I would set out, before him, a plea, and, my mouth, would I fill with arguments;

5 that Y kunne the wordis, whiche he schal answere to me, and that Y vnderstonde, what he schal speke to me.

I would note the words wherewith he would respond to me, and would mark what he would say to me.

6 Y nyle, that he stryue with me bi greet strengthe, nether oppresse me with the heuynesse of his greetnesse.

Would he, with fulness of might, contend with me? Nay, surely, he, would give heed to me!

7 Sette he forth equite ayens me, and my doom come perfitli to victorie.

There an upright man, might reason with him, so should I deliver myself completely from my judge.

8 If Y go to the eest, God apperith not; if Y go to the west, Y schal not vndurstonde hym; if Y go to the left side,

Behold! eastward, I go, but he is not there, and, westward, but I perceive him not;

9 what schal Y do? Y schal not take hym; if Y turne me to the riyt side, Y schal not se hym.

On the north, where he worketh, but I get no vision, He hideth himself on the south that I cannot see him.

10 But he knowith my weie, and he schal preue me as gold, that passith thorouy fier.

But, he, knoweth the way that I choose, Having tried me, as gold, I shall come forth.

11 My foot suede hise steppis; Y kepte his weie, and Y bowide not awey fro it.

Of his steps, my foot taketh hold, His way, have I kept, and not swerved;

12 Y yede not awei fro the comaundementis of hise lippis; and Y hidde in my bosum the wordis of his mouth.

The command of his lips, and would not go back, and, in my bosom, have I treasured the words of his lips.

13 For he is aloone, and no man may turne awei hise thouytis; and what euer thing he wolde, his wille dide this thing.

But, he, is one, and who can turn him? What his soul desired, he hath done.

14 Whanne he hath fillid his wille in me, also many othere lijk thingis ben redi to hym.

Surely he will accomplish what is decreed for me, and, many such things, hath he in store.

15 And therfor Y am disturblid of his face, and Y biholdynge hym am anguyschid for drede.

For this cause, from his presence, am I driven in fear, I diligently consider and am kept back from him in dread:

16 God hath maad neische myn herte, and Almyyti God hath disturblid me.

Yea, GOD, hath made timid my heart, and, the Almighty, hath put me in terror.

17 For Y perischide not for derknessis neiyynge; nethir myist hilide my face.

Because I was not cut off before the darkness, nor, before my face, did the gloom form a shroud.