Wycliffe - Job - 7

7:1  Knyythod is lijf of man on erthe, and his daies ben as the daies of an hired man.

7:2  As an hert desireth schadowe, and as an hirede man abideth the ende of his werk;

7:3  so and Y hadde voide monethis, and Y noumbrede trauailous niytes to me.

7:4  If Y schal slepe, Y schal seie, Whanne schal Y rise? and eft Y schal abide the euentid, and Y schal be fillid with sorewis `til to derknessis.

7:5  Mi fleisch is clothid with rot, and filthis of dust; my skyn driede vp, and is drawun togidere.

7:6  My daies passiden swiftliere thanne a web is kit doun `of a webstere; and tho daies ben wastid with outen ony hope.

7:7  God, haue thou mynde, for my lijf is wynde, and myn iye schal not turne ayen, that it se goodis.

7:8  Nethir the siyt of man schal biholde me; but thin iyen ben in me, and Y schal not `be in deedli lijf.

7:9  As a cloude is wastid, and passith, so he that goith doun to helle, schal not stie;

7:10  nether schal turne ayen more in to his hows, and his place schal no more knowe hym.

7:11  Wherfor and Y schal not spare my mouth; Y schal speke in the tribulacioun of my spirit, Y schal talke togidere with the bitternesse of my soule.

7:12  Whether Y am the see, ethir a whal, for thou hast cumpassid me with prisoun?

7:13  If Y seie, My bed schal coumfort me, and Y schal be releeuyd, spekynge with me in my bed;

7:14  thou schalt make me aferd bi dremys, and thou schalt schake me with `orrour, ethir hidousnesse, `bi siytis.

7:15  Wherfor my soule `chees hangyng, and my boonys cheesiden deth.

7:16  `Y dispeiride, now Y schal no more lyue; Lord, spare thou me, for my daies ben nouyt.

7:17  What is a man, for thou `magnifiest hym? ether what settist thou thin herte toward hym?

7:18  Thou visitist hym eerly, and sudeynli thou preuest hym.

7:19  Hou long sparist thou not me, nether suffrist me, that Y swolowe my spotele?

7:20  Y haue synned; A! thou kepere of men, what schal Y do to thee? Whi hast thou set me contrarie to thee, and Y am maad greuouse to my silf?

7:21  Whi doist thou not awei my sinne, and whi takist thou not awei my wickidnesse? Lo! now Y schal slepe in dust, and if thou sekist me eerli, Y schal not abide.