Job 23

¹ And Y wolde, that a man were demed so with God, as the sone of man is demed with his felowe.</span> <span class="verse" data-verse="2"><sup>2</sup> For lo! schorte yeeris passen, and Y go a path, bi which Y schal not turne ayen. ⁴ Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me. ⁵ Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis. ⁶ Lord, delyuere thou me, and sette thou me bisidis thee; and the hond of ech fiyte ayens me. ⁷ Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid.</span> <span class="verse" data-verse="8"><sup>8</sup> He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile.</span> <span class="verse" data-verse="9"><sup>9</sup> He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem.</span> <span class="verse" data-verse="10"><sup>10</sup> Myn iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt. ¹¹ Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite. ¹² And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis. ¹³ Therfor alle ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man.</span> <span class="verse" data-verse="14"><sup>14</sup> My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte.</span> <span class="verse" data-verse="15"><sup>15</sup> Tho han turned the nyyt in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt. ¹⁶ If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis. ¹⁷ Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister.