1 WYC Aftir these thingis Joob openyde his mouth, BSB BSB: After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
2 WYC and curside his dai, and seide, Perische the dai in which Y was borun, BSB BSB: And this is what he said:
3 WYC and the nyyt in which it was seid, The man is conceyued. BSB BSB: “May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is conceived.’
4 WYC Thilke dai be turnede in to derknessis; God seke not it aboue, and be it not in mynde, nethir be it liytned with liyt. BSB BSB: If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above disregard it; may no light shine upon it.
5 WYC Derknessis make it derk, and the schadewe of deeth and myist occupie it; and be it wlappid with bittirnesse. BSB BSB: May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it; may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.
6 WYC Derk whirlwynde holde that niyt; be it not rikynyd among the daies of the yeer, nethir be it noumbrid among the monethes. BSB BSB: If only darkness had taken that night away! May it not appear among the days of the year; may it never be entered in any of the months.
7 WYC Thilke nyyt be soleyn, and not worthi of preisyng. BSB BSB: Behold, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.
8 WYC Curse thei it, that cursen the dai, that ben redi to reise Leuyathan. BSB BSB: May it be cursed by those who curse the day—those prepared to rouse Leviathan.
9 WYC Sterris be maad derk with the derknesse therof; abide it liyt, and se it not, nethir the bigynnyng of the morwetid risyng vp. BSB BSB: May its morning stars grow dark; may it wait in vain for daylight; may it not see the breaking of dawn.
10 WYC For it closide not the doris of the wombe, that bar me, nethir took awei yuels fro min iyen. BSB BSB: For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.
11 WYC Whi was not Y deed in the wombe? whi yede Y out of the wombe, and perischide not anoon? BSB BSB: Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?
12 WYC Whi was Y takun on knees? whi was Y suclid with teetis? BSB BSB: Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts that I should be nursed?
13 WYC For now Y slepynge schulde be stille, and schulde reste in my sleep, BSB BSB: For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest
14 WYC with kyngis, and consuls of erthe, that bilden to hem soleyn places; BSB BSB: with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves cities now in ruins,
15 WYC ethir with prynces that han gold in possessioun, and fillen her housis with siluer; BSB BSB: or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
16 WYC ethir as a `thing hid not borun Y schulde not stonde, ethir whiche conseyued sien not liyt. BSB BSB: Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?
17 WYC There wickid men ceessiden of noise, and there men maad wery of strengthe restiden. BSB BSB: There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.
18 WYC And sum tyme boundun togidere with out disese thei herden not the voys of the wrongful axere. BSB BSB: The captives enjoy their ease; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
19 WYC A litil man and greet man be there, and a seruaunt free fro his lord. BSB BSB: Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.
20 WYC Whi is liyt youun to the wretche, and lijf to hem that ben in bitternesse of soule? BSB BSB: Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul,
21 WYC Whiche abiden deeth, and it cometh not; BSB BSB: who long for death that does not come, and search for it like hidden treasure,
22 WYC as men diggynge out tresour and ioien greetly, whanne thei han founde a sepulcre? BSB BSB: who rejoice and greatly exult when they reach the grave?
23 WYC Whi is liyt youun to a man, whos weie is hid, and God hath cumpassid hym with derknessis? BSB BSB: Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
24 WYC Bifore that Y ete, Y siyhe; and as of watir flowynge, so is my roryng. BSB BSB: I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.
25 WYC For the drede, which Y dredde, cam to me; and that, that Y schamede, bifelde. BSB BSB: For the thing I feared has overtaken me, and what I dreaded has befallen me.
26 WYC Whether Y dissymilide not? whether Y was not stille? whether Y restide not? and indignacioun cometh on me. BSB BSB: I am not at ease or quiet; I have no rest, for trouble has come.”
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