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He schal streyne hise hondis on him, and he schal hisse on hym, and schal biholde his place.

Siluer hath bigynnyngis of his veynes; and a place is to gold, in which it is wellid togidere.

The erthe, wher of breed cam forth in his place, is destried bi fier.

God stretchide forth his hond to a flynt; he distriede hillis fro the rootis.

He hewide doun ryuers in stoonys; and his iye siy al precious thing.

Also Joob addide, takynge his parable, and seide,

Whanne his lanterne schynede on myn heed, and Y yede in derknessis at his liyt.

For God hath openyd his arowe caas, and hath turmentid me, and hath set a bridil in to my mouth.

my schuldre falle fro his ioynt, and myn arm with hise boonys be al to-brokun.

For euere Y dredde God, as wawis wexynge gret on me; and `Y myyte not bere his birthun.

for Y yaf not my throte to do synne, that Y schulde asaile and curse his soule;

that he turne awei a man fro these thingis whiche he made, and delyuere hym fro pride; delyuerynge his soule fro corrupcioun,

and his lijf, that it go not in to swerd.

Breed is maad abhomynable to hym in his lijf, and mete desirable `bifor to his soule.

His fleisch schal faile for rot, and hise boonys, that weren hilid, schulen be maad nakid.

His soule schal neiye to corrupcioun, and his lijf to thingis `bryngynge deeth.

His fleisch is wastid of turmentis; turne he ayen to the daies of his yonge wexynge age.

He schal biseche God, and he schal be quemeful to hym; and he schal se his face in hertly ioye, and he schal yelde to man his riytfulnesse.

For he delyueride his soule, that it schulde not go in to perischyng, but that he lyuynge schulde se liyt.

If God dressith his herte to hym, he schal drawe to hym silf his spirit and blast.