Job excuseth his desire of death.
Job 7:1 Knyythod is lijf of man on erthe, and his daies ben as the daies of an hired man. Job 7:2 As an hert desireth schadowe, and as an hirede man abideth the ende of his werk; Job 7:3 so and Y hadde voide monethis, and Y noumbrede trauailous niytes to me. Job 7:4 If 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. Job 7:5 Mi fleisch is clothid with rot, and filthis of dust; my skyn driede vp, and is drawun togidere. Job 7:6 My daies passiden swiftliere thanne a web is kit doun of a webstere; and tho daies ben wastid with outen ony hope. Job 7:7 God, haue thou mynde, for my lijf is wynde, and myn iye schal not turne ayen, that it se goodis. Job 7:8 Nethir the siyt of man schal biholde me; but thin iyen ben in me, and Y schal not be in deedli lijf. Job 7:9 As a cloude is wastid, and passith, so he that goith doun to helle, schal not stie; Job 7:10 nether schal turne ayen more in to his hows, and his place schal no more knowe hym. Job 7:11 Wherfor 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.
He complaineth of his own restlessness,
Job 7:12 Whether Y am the see, ethir a whal, for thou hast cumpassid me with prisoun? Job 7:13 If Y seie, My bed schal coumfort me, and Y schal be releeuyd, spekynge with me in my bed; Job 7:14 thou schalt make me aferd bi dremys, and thou schalt schake me with orrour, ethir hidousnesse, bi siytis. Job 7:15 Wherfor my soule chees hangyng, and my boonys cheesiden deth. Job 7:16 Y dispeiride, now Y schal no more lyue; Lord, spare thou me, for my daies ben nouyt.
and God's watchfulness.
Job 7:17 What is a man, for thou magnifiest hym? ether what settist thou thin herte toward hym? Job 7:18 Thou visitist hym eerly, and sudeynli thou preuest hym. Job 7:19 Hou long sparist thou not me, nether suffrist me, that Y swolowe my spotele? Job 7:20 Y 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? Job 7:21 Whi 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.