Job · Chapter 20

[ edit] Anſwerende forſoþe Sofar Naamatites, ſeide, Þerfore my þoȝtis diuers comyn after oþer to þem; and my mynde in to diuers þingus is raueſhid. Þe doctrine þat þou vndernemeſt me, I ſhal heren; and þe ſpirit of myn vnderſtonding ſhal anſwern to me. Þat I wot fro þe begynnyng, ſiþen a man is ſett vp on erþe, þat þe preiſing of vnpitous men is ſhort, and þe ioȝe of an ipocrite at þe licneſſe of a point. If his pride ſteȝe vp in to heuene, and þe cloude touche his hed, as a dunghil, in þe ende he ſhal ben loſt; and þei þat hadden ſeen hym, ſhul ſein, Wher is he? As a ſweuene fleende awei he ſhal not be founde; he ſhal paſſe as þe nyȝt ſiȝte.

Þe eȝe þat hym ſaȝ ſhal not ſeen; and his place no mor ſhal beholden hym. His ſones ſhul be to-trede wiþ nede; and þe hondis of hym ſhul ȝelde to hym his ſorewe. Þe bones of hym ſhul be fulfild wiþ vicis of his waxende ȝouþe; and wiþ hym in pouder þei ſhul ſlepe. Whan forſoþe euel were ſweete in his mouþ, he hidde it vnder his tunge. He ſhal ſpare to it, and not forſaken it; and hiden in his þrote. Þe bred of hym in his wombe ſhal be turned in to galle of edderes wiþinneforþ. Þe richeſſis þat he deuourede, he ſhal ſpewen out; and of his wombe God ſhal drawe þem out. Þe hed of edderes ſhal riſe; and þe tunge of þe ſerpent ſhal ſlen hym.

See he not þe litle ryueres of þe flod, of þe ſtrem of hony, and of buttere. He ſhal abie alle þingus þat he dide, and nerþelatere he ſhal not be waſtid; aftir þe multitude of his findingus, ſo and he ſhal ſuffre. For brekende togidere he nakide þe hous of þe pore man; raueſhide, and not bilde it. And his wombe is not fulfild; and whan he ſhal han, þat he hadde coueitid, he ſhal not moun welde. Þer lafte not of his mete; and þerfore no þing ſhal leue of his goodus. Whan he ſhal be fulfild, he ſhal be ſtreyned, and brenne; and alle ſorewe ſhal falle in to hym. Wolde God his wombe be fulfild, þat he ſende out in to hym þe wraþe of his wodneſſe, and reyne vp on hym his bataile.

He ſhal fleen iren armys; and he ſhal falle in to þe braſene bowe. Broȝt out, and goende out fro his ſheþe, and leitinge in to his bitterneſſe; þei ſhul go, and come vp on hym alle grisful. Hid dercneſſis be in his priue þingus; fyr ſhal deuoure hym, þat ſhal not be brend vp; laft in his tabernacle he ſhal be tormentid. Heuenys ſhul ſhewen his wickidneſſe; and erþe ſhal riſe aȝen hym. Þe buriounyng of his hous ſhal ben opened; it ſhal be to drawen awei in þe dai of þe wodneſſe of þe Lord. Þis is þe part of þe vnpitous man fro God, and þe eritage of his woordis fro þe Lord.