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[1]Lo! myn iye siy alle thingis, and myn eere herde; and Y vndurstood alle thingis.
[2]Euene with youre kunnyng also Y kan, and Y am not lowere than ye.
[3]But netheles Y schal speke to Almyyti God, and Y coueite to dispute with God;
[4]and firste Y schewe you makeris of leesyng, and louyeris of weyward techyngis.
[5]And `Y wolde that ye weren stille, that ye weren gessid to be wise men.
[6]Therfor here ye my chastisyngis; and perseyue ye the doom of my lippis.
[7]Whether God hath nede to youre leesyng, that ye speke gilis for hym?
[8]Whether ye taken his face, and enforsen to deme for God?
[9]Ethir it schal plese hym, fro whom no thing mai be hid? Whether he as a man schal be disseyued with youre falsnessis?
[10]He schal repreue you; for ye taken his face in hiddlis.
[11]Anoon as he schal stire hym, he schal disturble you; and his drede schal falle on you.
[12]Youre mynde schal be comparisound to aische; and youre nollis schulen be dryuun in to clei.
[13]Be ye stille a litil, that Y speke, what euer thing the mynde hath schewid to me.
[14]Whi to-rende Y my fleischis with my teeth, and bere my lijf in myn hondis?
[15]Yhe, thouy God sleeth me, Y schal hope in hym; netheles Y schal preue my weies in his siyt.
[16]And he schal be my sauyour; for whi ech ypocrite schal not come in his siyt.
[17]Here ye my word, and perseyue ye with eeris derke and harde figuratif spechis.
[18]Yf Y schal be demed, Y woot that Y schal be foundun iust.
[19]Who is he that is demed with me? Come he; whi am Y stille, and am wastid?
[20]Do thou not to me twei thingis oneli; and thanne Y schal not be hid fro thi face.
[21]Make thin hond fer fro me; and thi drede make not me aferd.
[22]Clepe thou me, and Y schal answere thee; ethir certis Y schal speke, and thou schalt answere me.
[23]Hou grete synnes and wickidnessis haue Y? Schewe thou to me my felonyes, and trespassis.
[24]Whi hidist thou thi face, and demest me thin enemy?
[25]Thou schewist thi myyt ayens a leef, which is rauyschid with the wynd; and thou pursuest drye stobil.
[26]For thou writist bitternessis ayens me; and wolt waste me with the synnes of my yong wexynge age.
[27]Thou hast set my foot in a stok, and thou hast kept alle my pathis; and thou hast biholde the steppis of my feet.
[28]And Y schal be wastid as rot, and as a cloth, which is etun of a mouyte.
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