Jó 16 - Bíblia Online

Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Y `herde ofte siche thingis; 
alle ye ben heuy coumfortouris. 
Whether wordis ful of wynd schulen haue an ende? ether ony thing is diseseful to thee, if thou spekist? 
Also Y myyte speke thingis lijk to you, and `Y wolde, that youre soule were for my soule; 
and Y wolde coumfort you by wordis, and Y wolde moue myn heed on you; 
Y wolde make you stronge bi my mouth, and Y wolde moue lippis as sparynge you. 
But what schal Y do? If Y speke, my sorewe restith not; and if Y am stille, it goith not awei fro me. 
But now my sorewe hath oppressid me, and alle my lymes ben dryuun in to nouyt. 
My ryuelyngis seien witnessyng ayens me, and a fals spekere is reisid ayens my face, and ayenseith me. 
He gaderide togidere his woodnesse in me, and he manaasside me, and gnastide ayens me with his teeth; myn enemye bihelde me with ferdful iyen. 
Thei openyden her mouthis on me, and thei seiden schenschip, and smytiden my cheke; and thei ben fillid with my peynes. 
God hath closid me togidere at the wickid, and hath youe me to the hondis of wickid men. 
Y thilke riche man and famouse sum tyme, am al to brokun sudeynli; `he helde my nol; he hath broke me, and hath set me as in to a signe. 
He hath cumpasside me with hise speris, he woundide togidere my leendis; he sparide not, and schedde out myn entrails in to the erthe. 
He beet me with wounde on wounde; he as a giaunt felde in on me. 
Y sewide togidere a sak on my skyn; and Y hilide my fleisch with aische. 
My face bolnyde of wepynge, and myn iyeliddis wexiden derke. 
Y suffride these thingis with out wickidnesse of myn hond, `that is, werk, whanne Y hadde cleene preieris to God. 
Erthe, hile thou not my blood, and my cry fynde not in thee a place of hidyng. 
`For, lo! my witnesse is in heuene; and the knowere of my consience is in hiye places. 
A! my frendis, ful of wordis, myn iye droppith to God. 
And `Y wolde, that a man were demed so with God, as the sone of man is demed with his felowe. 
`For lo! schorte yeeris passen, and Y go a path, bi which Y schal not turne ayen. 

Jó 17

Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Y `herde ofte siche thingis; 
alle ye ben heuy coumfortouris. 
Whether wordis ful of wynd schulen haue an ende? ether ony thing is diseseful to thee, if thou spekist? 
Also Y myyte speke thingis lijk to you, and `Y wolde, that youre soule were for my soule; 
and Y wolde coumfort you by wordis, and Y wolde moue myn heed on you; 
Y wolde make you stronge bi my mouth, and Y wolde moue lippis as sparynge you. 
But what schal Y do? If Y speke, my sorewe restith not; and if Y am stille, it goith not awei fro me. 
But now my sorewe hath oppressid me, and alle my lymes ben dryuun in to nouyt. 
My ryuelyngis seien witnessyng ayens me, and a fals spekere is reisid ayens my face, and ayenseith me. 
He gaderide togidere his woodnesse in me, and he manaasside me, and gnastide ayens me with his teeth; myn enemye bihelde me with ferdful iyen. 
Thei openyden her mouthis on me, and thei seiden schenschip, and smytiden my cheke; and thei ben fillid with my peynes. 
God hath closid me togidere at the wickid, and hath youe me to the hondis of wickid men. 
Y thilke riche man and famouse sum tyme, am al to brokun sudeynli; `he helde my nol; he hath broke me, and hath set me as in to a signe. 
He hath cumpasside me with hise speris, he woundide togidere my leendis; he sparide not, and schedde out myn entrails in to the erthe. 
He beet me with wounde on wounde; he as a giaunt felde in on me. 
Y sewide togidere a sak on my skyn; and Y hilide my fleisch with aische. 
My face bolnyde of wepynge, and myn iyeliddis wexiden derke. 
Y suffride these thingis with out wickidnesse of myn hond, `that is, werk, whanne Y hadde cleene preieris to God. 
Erthe, hile thou not my blood, and my cry fynde not in thee a place of hidyng. 
`For, lo! my witnesse is in heuene; and the knowere of my consience is in hiye places. 
A! my frendis, ful of wordis, myn iye droppith to God. 
And `Y wolde, that a man were demed so with God, as the sone of man is demed with his felowe. 
`For lo! schorte yeeris passen, and Y go a path, bi which Y schal not turne ayen. 

Jó 17