Job 26
1 And Job answered and said,
Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Whos helpere art thou?
2 How hast thou helped the powerless; how saved the arm that is without strength!
whether `of the feble, and susteyneste the arm of hym, which is not strong?
3 How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom, and abundantly declared the thing as it is!
To whom hast thou youe counsel? In hap to hym that hath not wisdom; and thou hast schewid ful myche prudence.
4 For whom hast thou uttered words? and whose spirit came from thee?
Ether whom woldist thou teche? whether not hym, that made brething?
5 The shades tremble beneath the waters and the inhabitants thereof;
Lo! giauntis weilen vnder watris, and thei that dwellen with hem.
Helle is nakid bifor hym, and noon hilyng is to perdicioun. (Sheol h7585)
7 He stretcheth out the north over empty space, he hangeth the earth upon nothing;
Which God stretchith forth the north on voide thing, and hangith the erthe on nouyt.
8 He bindeth up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not rent under them.
`Which God byndith watris in her cloudis, that tho breke not out togidere dounward.
9 He covereth the face of his throne, he spreadeth his cloud upon it.
`Whych God holdith the cheer of his seete, and spredith abrood theron his cloude.
10 He hath traced a fixed circle over the waters, unto the confines of light and darkness.
He hath cumpassid a terme to watris, til that liyt and derknessis be endid.
11 The pillars of the heavens tremble and are astonished at his rebuke.
The pilers of heuene tremblen, and dreden at his wille.
12 He stirreth up the sea by his power, and by his understanding he smiteth through Rahab.
In the strengthe of hym the sees weren gaderid togidere sudeynly, and his prudence smoot the proude.
13 By his Spirit the heavens are adorned; his hand hath formed the fleeing serpent.
His spiryt ournede heuenes, and the crokid serpent was led out bi his hond, ledynge out as a mydwijf ledith out a child.
14 Lo, these are the borders of his ways; but what a whisper of a word do we hear of him! And the thunder of his power, who can understand?
Lo! these thingis ben seid in partie of `hise weyes; and whanne we han herd vnnethis a litil drope of his word, who may se the thundur of his greetnesse?
