Job reproveth his friends of unmercifulness.
Job 16:1 Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Job 16:2 Y herde ofte siche thingis; alle ye ben heuy coumfortouris. Job 16:3 Whether wordis ful of wynd schulen haue an ende? ether ony thing is diseseful to thee, if thou spekist? Job 16:4 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; Job 16:5 Y wolde make you stronge bi my mouth, and Y wolde moue lippis as sparynge you. Job 16:6 But what schal Y do? If Y speke, my sorewe restith not; and if Y am stille, it goith not awei fro me.
He sheweth the pitifulness of his case.
Job 16:7 But now my sorewe hath oppressid me, and alle my lymes ben dryuun in to nouyt. Job 16:8 My ryuelyngis seien witnessyng ayens me, and a fals spekere is reisid ayens my face, and ayenseith me. Job 16:9 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. Job 16:10 Thei openyden her mouthis on me, and thei seiden schenschip, and smytiden my cheke; and thei ben fillid with my peynes. Job 16:11 God hath closid me togidere at the wickid, and hath youe me to the hondis of wickid men. Job 16:12 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. Job 16:13 He hath cumpasside me with hise speris, he woundide togidere my leendis; he sparide not, and schedde out myn entrails in to the erthe. Job 16:14 He beet me with wounde on wounde; he as a giaunt felde in on me. Job 16:15 Y sewide togidere a sak on my skyn; and Y hilide my fleisch with aische. Job 16:16 My face bolnyde of wepynge, and myn iyeliddis wexiden derke.
He maintaineth his innocency.
Job 16:17 Y suffride these thingis with out wickidnesse of myn hond, that is, werk, whanne Y hadde cleene preieris to God. Job 16:18 Erthe, hile thou not my blood, and my cry fynde not in thee a place of hidyng. Job 16:19 For, lo! my witnesse is in heuene; and the knowere of my consience is in hiye places. Job 16:20 A! my frendis, ful of wordis, myn iye droppith to God. Job 16:21 And Y wolde, that a man were demed so with God, as the sone of man is demed with his felowe. Job 16:22 For lo! schorte yeeris passen, and Y go a path, bi which Y schal not turne ayen.