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Job - Chapter: 7

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7:1Knyythod is lijf of man on erthe, and his daies ben as the daies of an hired man.
7:2As an hert desireth schadowe, and as an hirede man abideth the ende of his werk;
7:3so and Y hadde voide monethis, and Y noumbrede trauailous niytes to me.
7:4If 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.
7:5Mi fleisch is clothid with rot, and filthis of dust; my skyn driede vp, and is drawun togidere.
7:6My daies passiden swiftliere thanne a web is kit doun `of a webstere; and tho daies ben wastid with outen ony hope.
7:7God, haue thou mynde, for my lijf is wynde, and myn iye schal not turne ayen, that it se goodis.
7:8Nethir the siyt of man schal biholde me; but thin iyen ben in me, and Y schal not `be in deedli lijf.
7:9As a cloude is wastid, and passith, so he that goith doun to helle, schal not stie;
7:10nether schal turne ayen more in to his hows, and his place schal no more knowe hym.
7:11Wherfor 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.
7:12Whether Y am the see, ethir a whal, for thou hast cumpassid me with prisoun?
7:13If Y seie, My bed schal coumfort me, and Y schal be releeuyd, spekynge with me in my bed;
7:14thou schalt make me aferd bi dremys, and thou schalt schake me with `orrour, ethir hidousnesse, `bi siytis.
7:15Wherfor 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.
7:17What is a man, for thou `magnifiest hym? ether what settist thou thin herte toward hym?
7:18Thou visitist hym eerly, and sudeynli thou preuest hym.
7:19Hou long sparist thou not me, nether suffrist me, that Y swolowe my spotele?
7:20Y 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?
7:21Whi 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.

 

7:1Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? and are not his dayes as the dayes of an hyreling?
7:2As a seruant longeth for the shadowe, and as an hyreling looketh for the ende of his worke,
7:3So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
7:4If I layed me downe, I sayde, When shall I arise? and measuring the euening I am euen full with tossing to and from vnto the dawning of the day.
7:5My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
7:6My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
7:7Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
7:8The eye that hath seene me, shall see me no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer.
7:9As the cloude vanisheth and goeth away, so he that goeth downe to the graue, shall come vp no more.
7:10He shall returne no more to his house, neither shall his place knowe him any more.
7:11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
7:12Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?
7:13When I say, My couch shall relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
7:14Then fearest thou me with dreames, and astonishest me with visions.
7:15Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
7:16I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
7:17What is man, that thou doest magnifie him, and that thou settest thine heart vpon him?
7:18And doest visite him euery morning, and tryest him euery moment?
7:19Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
7:20I haue sinned, what shall I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto my selfe?
7:21And why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found.

 

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