10 as sorewful, euere more ioiynge; as hauynge nede, but makynge many men riche; as no thing hauynge, and weldynge alle thingis.
1 The parablis of Salomon. A wijs sone makith glad the fadir; but a fonned sone is the sorewe of his modir.
9 Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.
12 Now therfor seith the Lord, Be ye conuertid to me in al youre herte, in fastyng, and wepyng, and weilyng;
3 And Y herde a greet vois fro the trone, seiynge, Lo! the tabernacle of God is with men, and he schal dwelle with hem; and thei schulen be his puple, and he God with hem schal be her God.
4 And God schal wipe awei ech teer fro the iyen of hem; and deth schal no more be, nether mornyng, nether criyng, nether sorewe schal be ouer; whiche firste thingis wenten awei.
30 And nyle ye make the Hooli Goost of God sori, in which ye ben markid in the dai of redempcioun.
17 Lord, whanne thou schalt biholde, restore thou my soule fro the wickidnesse of hem; restore thou myn oon aloone fro liouns.
18 I schal knowleche to thee in a greet chirche; Y schal herie thee in a sad puple.
15 for to ioye with men that ioyen, for to wepe with men that wepen.
16 Thei schulen no more hungur, nether thirste, nether sunne schal falle on hem, ne ony heete.
17 For the lomb, that is in the myddil of the trone, schal gouerne hem, and schal lede forth hem to the wellis of watris of lijf; and God schal wipe awei ech teer fro the iyen of hem.
18 for in myche wisdom is myche indignacioun, and he that encressith kunnyng, encreessith also trauel.
20 Thanne Joob roos, and to-rente hise clothis, and with pollid heed he felde doun on the erthe, and worschipide God,
21 and seide, Y yede nakid out of the wombe of my modir, Y schal turne ayen nakid thidur; the Lord yaf, the Lord took awei; as it pleside the Lord, so it is doon; the name of the Lord be blessid.
12 The vyner is schent; and the fige tre was sijk. The pomgarnate tre, and the palm tre, and the fir tre, and alle trees of the feeld drieden vp; for ioie is schent fro the sones of men.
5 Turne thou ayen, and seie to Ezechie, duyk of my puple, The Lord God of Dauid, thi fadir, seith thes thingis, Y herde thi preiere, and Y siy thi teer, and, lo! Y heelide thee. In the thridde dai thou schalt stie in to the temple of the Lord,
8 Which hilith heuene with cloudis; and makith redi reyn to the erthe. Which bryngith forth hei in hillis; and eerbe to the seruice of men.
4 Blessid ben mylde men, for thei schulen welde the erthe.
8 And the Lord hym silf whiche is youre ledere, schal be with thee, he schal not leeue, nether schal forsake thee; nyle thou drede, nether drede thou in herte.
10 Do thou awei ire fro thin herte, and remoue thou malice fro thi fleisch; for whi yongthe and lust ben veyne thingis.
7 and caste ye al youre bisynesse in to hym, for to hym is cure of you.
5 Thou schalt lede me out of the snare, which thei hidden to me; for thou art my defendere.