Job, complaining of his friends' cruelty, sheweth there is misery enough in him to feed their cruelty.
Job 19:1 Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Job 19:2 Hou long turmente ye my soule, and al to-breken me with wordis? Job 19:3 Lo! ten sithis ye schenden me, and ye ben not aschamed, oppressynge me. Job 19:4 Forsothe and if Y koude not, myn vnkynnyng schal be with me. Job 19:5 And ye ben reisid ayens me, and repreuen me with my schenschipis. Job 19:6 Nameli now vndurstonde ye, that God hath turmentid me not bi euene doom, and hath cumpassid me with hise betyngis. Job 19:7 Lo! Y suffrynge violence schal crye, and no man schal here; Y schal crye loude, and noon is that demeth. Job 19:8 He bisette aboute my path, and Y may not go; and he settide derknessis in my weie. Job 19:9 He hath spuylid me of my glorye, and hath take awey the coroun fro myn heed. Job 19:10 He hath distried me on ech side, and Y perischide; and he hath take awei myn hope, as fro a tre pullid vp bi the roote. Job 19:11 His stronge veniaunce was wrooth ayens me; and he hadde me so as his enemye. Job 19:12 Hise theues camen togidere, and maden to hem a wei bi me; and bisegiden my tabernacle in cumpas. Job 19:13 He made fer my britheren fro me; and my knowun as aliens yeden awei fro me. Job 19:14 My neiyboris forsoken me; and thei that knewen me han foryete me. Job 19:15 The tenauntis of myn hows, and myn handmaydis hadden me as a straunger; and Y was as a pilgrym bifor her iyen. Job 19:16 Y clepide my seruaunt, and he answeride not to me; with myn owne mouth Y preiede hym. Job 19:17 My wijf wlatide my breeth; and Y preiede the sones of my wombe. Job 19:18 Also foolis dispisiden me; and whanne Y was goon awei fro hem, thei bacbitiden me. Job 19:19 Thei, that weren my counselouris sum tyme, hadden abhomynacioun of me; and he, whom Y louede moost, was aduersarie to me. Job 19:20 Whanne fleischis weren wastid, my boon cleuyde to my skyn; and oneli lippis ben left aboute my teeth.
He craveth pity.
Job 19:21 Haue ye merci on me, haue ye merci on me, nameli, ye my frendis; for the hond of the Lord hath touchid me. Job 19:22 Whi pursuen ye me, as God pursueth; and ben fillid with my fleischis? Job 19:23 Who yyueth to me, that my wordis be writun? Who yyueth to me, Job 19:24 that tho be writun in a book with an yrun poyntil, ethir with a plate of leed; ethir with a chisel be grauun in a flynt?
He believeth the resurrection.
Job 19:25 For Y woot, that myn ayenbiere lyueth, and in the laste dai Y schal rise fro the erthe; Job 19:26 and eft Y schal be cumpassid with my skyn, and in my fleisch Y schal se God, my sauyour. Job 19:27 Whom Y my silf schal se, and myn iyen schulen biholde, and not an other man. This myn hope is kept in my bosum.
He craveth pity.
Job 19:28 Whi therfor seien ye now, Pursue we hym, and fynde we the roote of a word ayens hym? Job 19:29 Therfor fle ye fro the face of the swerd; for the swerd is the vengere of wickidnessis, and wite ye, that doom schal be.