Job 40
1 And the Lord God answered Job, and said,
And the Lord addide, and spak to Joob,
2 Will [any one] pervert judgement with the Mighty One? and he that reproves God, let him return it for answer.
Whether he, that stryueth with God, schal haue rest so liytli? Sotheli he, that repreueth God, owith for to answere to hym.
3 And Job answered and said to the Lord,
Forsothe Joob answeride to the Lord,
4 Why do I yet plead? being rebuked even while reproving the Lord: hearing such things, whereas I am nothing: and what shall I answer to these [arguments]? I will lay my hand upon my mouth.
and seide, What may Y answere, which haue spoke liytli? Y schal putte myn hond on my mouth.
5 I have spoken once; but I will not do so a second time.
Y spak o thing, which thing Y wold, that Y hadde not seid; and Y spak anothir thing, to which Y schal no more adde.
6 And the Lord yet again answered and spoke to Job out of the cloud, [saying],
Forsothe the Lord answeride to Joob fro the whirlewynd,
7 Nay, gird up now your loins like a man; and I will ask you, and do you answer me.
and seide, Girde thou as a man thi leendis, and Y schal axe thee, and schewe thou to me.
8 Do not set aside my judgement: and do you think that I have dealt with you in any other way, than that you might appear to be righteous?
Whether thou schalt make voide my doom, and schalt condempne me, that thou be maad iust?
9 Hast you an arm like the Lord's? or do you thunder with a voice like his?
And if thou hast an arm, as God hath, and if thou thundrist with lijk vois, `take thou fairnesse aboute thee,
10 Assume now a lofty bearing and power; and clothe yourself with glory and honour.
and be thou reisid an hiy, and be thou gloriouse, and be thou clothid `in faire clothis.
11 And send forth messengers with wrath; and lay low every haughty one.
Distrie thou proude men in thi woodnesse, and biholde thou, and make lowe ech bostere.
12 Bring down also the proud man; and consume at once the ungodly.
Biholde thou alle proude men, and schende thou hem; and al to-breke thou wickid men in her place.
13 And hide them together in the earth; and fill their faces with shame.
Hide thou hem in dust togidere, and drenche doun her faces in to a diche.
14 [Then] will I confess that your right hand can save [you].
And Y schal knowleche, that thi riyt hond may saue thee.
15 But now look at the wild beasts with you; they eat grass like oxen.
Lo! behemot, whom Y made with thee, schal as an oxe ete hey.
16 Behold now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly.
His strengthe is in hise leendis, and his vertu is in the nawle of his wombe.
17 He sets up his tail like a cypress; and his nerves are wrapped together.
He streyneth his tail as a cedre; the senewis of his `stones of gendrure ben foldid togidere.
18 His sides are sides of brass; and his backbone is [as] cast iron.
Hise boonys ben as the pipis of bras; the gristil of hym is as platis of yrun.
19 This is the chief of the creation of the Lord; made to be played with by his angels.
He is the bigynnyng of the weies of God; he, that made hym, schal sette his swerd to hym.
20 And when he has gone up to a steep mountain, he causes joy to the quadrupeds in the deep.
Hillis beren eerbis to this behemot; alle the beestis of the feeld pleien there.
21 He lies under trees of every kind, by the papyrus, and reed, and bulrush.
He slepith vndur schadewe, in the pryuete of rehed, in moiste places.
22 And the great trees make a shadow over him with their branches, and [so do] the bushes of the field.
Schadewis hilen his schadewe; the salewis of the ryuer cumpassen hym.
23 If there should be a flood, he will not perceive it; he trust that Jordan will rush up into his mouth.
He schal soupe vp the flood, and he schal not wondre; he hath trist, that Jordan schal flowe in to his mouth.
24 [Yet one] shall take him in his sight; [one] shall catch [him] with a cord, and pierce his nose.
He schal take hem bi `the iyen of hym, as bi an hook; and bi scharpe schaftis he schal perse hise nosethirlis.
