1 WYC Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me. BSB BSB: “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
2 WYC Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis. BSB BSB: Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
3 WYC Lord, delyuere thou me, and sette thou me bisidis thee; and the hond of ech fiyte ayens me. BSB BSB: Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
4 WYC Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, `ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid. BSB BSB: You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.
5 WYC He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile. BSB BSB: If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.
6 WYC He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem. BSB BSB: He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.
7 WYC Myn `iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt. BSB BSB: My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
8 WYC Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite. BSB BSB: The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.
9 WYC And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis. BSB BSB: Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
10 WYC Therfor alle `ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man. BSB BSB: But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.
11 WYC My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte. BSB BSB: My days have passed; my plans are broken off—even the desires of my heart.
12 WYC Tho han turned the nyyt `in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt. BSB BSB: They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.
13 WYC If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis. BSB BSB: If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
14 WYC Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister. BSB BSB: and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
15 WYC Therfor where is now myn abidyng? and who biholdith my pacience? BSB BSB: where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
16 WYC Alle my thingis schulen go doun in to deppeste helle; gessist thou, whether reste schal be to me, nameli there. BSB BSB: Will it go down to the gates of Sheol? Will we go down together into the dust?”
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