Wycliffe - Job - 19

19:1  Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Hou long turmente ye my soule,

19:2  and al to-breken me with wordis?

19:3  Lo! ten sithis ye schenden me, and ye ben not aschamed, oppressynge me.

19:4  Forsothe and if Y `koude not, myn vnkynnyng schal be with me.

19:5  And ye ben reisid ayens me, and repreuen me with my schenschipis.

19:6  Nameli now vndurstonde ye, that God hath turmentid me not bi euene doom, and hath cumpassid me with hise betyngis.

19:7  Lo! Y suffrynge violence schal crye, and no man schal here; Y schal crye loude, and `noon is that demeth.

19:8  He bisette aboute my path, and Y may not go; and he settide derknessis in my weie.

19:9  He hath spuylid me of my glorye, and hath take awey the coroun fro myn heed.

19:10  He hath distried me on ech side, and Y perischide; and he hath take awei myn hope, as fro a tre pullid vp bi the roote.

19:11  His stronge veniaunce was wrooth ayens me; and he hadde me so as his enemye.

19:12  Hise theues camen togidere, and `maden to hem a wei bi me; and bisegiden my tabernacle in cumpas.

19:13  He made fer my britheren fro me; and my knowun as aliens yeden awei fro me.

19:14  My neiyboris forsoken me; and thei that knewen me han foryete me.

19:15  The tenauntis of myn hows, and myn handmaydis hadden me as a straunger; and Y was as a pilgrym bifor her iyen.

19:16  Y clepide my seruaunt, and he answeride not to me; with myn owne mouth Y preiede hym.

19:17  My wijf wlatide my breeth; and Y preiede the sones of my wombe.

19:18  Also foolis dispisiden me; and whanne Y was goon awei fro hem, thei bacbitiden me.

19:19  Thei, that weren my counselouris sum tyme, hadden abhomynacioun of me; and he, whom Y louede moost, was aduersarie to me.

19:20  Whanne fleischis weren wastid, my boon cleuyde to my skyn; and `oneli lippis ben left aboute my teeth.

19:21  Haue ye merci on me, haue ye merci on me, nameli, ye my frendis; for the hond of the Lord hath touchid me.

19:22  Whi pursuen ye me, as God pursueth; and ben fillid with my fleischis?

19:23  Who yyueth to me, that my wordis be writun? Who yyueth to me,

19:24  that tho be writun in a book with an yrun poyntil, ethir with a plate of leed; ethir with a chisel be grauun in a flynt?

19:25  For Y woot, that myn ayenbiere lyueth, and in the laste dai Y schal rise fro the erthe;

19:26  and eft Y schal be cumpassid with my skyn, and in my fleisch Y schal se God, my sauyour.

19:27  Whom Y my silf schal se, and myn iyen schulen biholde, and not an other man. This myn hope is kept in my bosum.

19:28  Whi therfor seien ye now, Pursue we hym, and fynde we the roote of a word ayens hym?

19:29  Therfor fle ye fro the face of the swerd; for the swerd is the vengere of wickidnessis, and wite ye, that doom schal be.