Wycliffe - Job - 14

14:1  A man is borun of a womman, and lyueth schort tyme, and is fillid with many wretchidnessis.

14:2  Which goith out, and is defoulid as a flour; and fleeth as schadewe, and dwellith neuere perfitli in the same staat.

14:3  And gessist thou it worthi to opene thin iyen on siche a man; and to brynge hym in to doom with thee?

14:4  Who may make a man clene conseyued of vnclene seed? Whether not thou, which art aloone?

14:5  The daies of man ben schorte, the noumbre of his monethis is at thee; thou hast set, ethir ordeyned, hise termes, whiche moun not be passid.

14:6  Therfor go thou awey fro hym a litil, `that is, bi withdrawyng of bodili lijf, that he haue reste; til the meede coueitid come, and his dai is as the dai of an hirid man.

14:7  A tree hath hope, if it is kit doun; and eft it wexith greene, and hise braunches spreden forth.

14:8  If the roote therof is eeld in the erthe, and the stok therof is nyy deed in dust;

14:9  it schal buriowne at the odour of watir, and it schal make heer, as whanne it was plauntid first.

14:10  But whanne a man is deed, and maad nakid, and wastid; Y preye, where is he?

14:11  As if watris goen awei fro the see, and a ryuer maad voide wexe drie,

14:12  so a man, whanne he hath slept, `that is, deed, he schal not rise ayen, til heuene be brokun, `that is, be maad newe; he schal not wake, nether he schal ryse togidere fro his sleep.

14:13  Who yiueth this to me, that thou defende me in helle, and that thou hide me, til thi greet veniaunce passe; and thou sette to me a tyme, in which thou haue mynde on me?

14:14  Gessist thou, whethir a deed man schal lyue ayen? In alle the daies, in whiche Y holde knyythod, now Y abide, til my chaungyng come.

14:15  Thou schalt clepe me, and Y schal answere thee; thou schalt dresse the riyt half, `that is, blis, to the werk of thin hondis.

14:16  Sotheli thou hast noumbrid my steppis; but spare thou my synnes.

14:17  Thou hast seelid as in a bagge my trespassis, but thou hast curid my wickidnesse.

14:18  An hil fallynge droppith doun; and a rooche of stoon is borun ouer fro his place.

14:19  Watris maken stoonys holowe, and the erthe is wastid litil and litil bi waischyng a wey of watir; and therfor thou schalt leese men in lijk maner.

14:20  Thou madist a man strong a litil, that he schulde passe with outen ende; thou schalt chaunge his face, and schalt sende hym out.

14:21  Whether hise sones ben noble, ether vnnoble, he schal not vndurstonde.

14:22  Netheles his fleisch, while he lyueth, schal haue sorewe, and his soule schal morne on hym silf.