Job 17
1Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me. 2Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis. 3Lord, delyuere thou me, and sette thou me bisidis thee; and the hond of ech fiyte ayens me. 4Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, `ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid. 5He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile. 6He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem. 7Myn `iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt. 8Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite. 9And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis. 10Therfor alle `ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man. 11My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte. 12Tho han turned the nyyt `in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt. 13If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis. 14Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister. 15Therfor where is now myn abidyng? and who biholdith my pacience? 16Alle my thingis schulen go doun in to deppeste helle; gessist thou, whether reste schal be to me, nameli there.
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