Job 37
1 At this my heart trembles, beating rapidly within me!
Myn herte dredde of this thing, and is moued out of his place.
2 Listen carefully to God's thunderous voice that rumbles as he speaks.
It schal here an heryng in the feerdfulnesse of his vois, and a sown comynge forth of his mouth.
3 He sends it across the heaven; his lightning flashes to the ends of the earth.
He biholdith ouere alle heuenes; and his liyt is ouere the termes of erthe.
4 Then comes the roar of thunder, his majestic voice holding nothing back when he speaks.
Sown schal rore aftir hym, he schal thundre with the vois of his greetnesse; and it schal not be souyt out, whanne his vois is herd.
5 God's thunderous voice is wonderful! We can't comprehend the great things he does!
God schal thundre in his vois wondurfulli, that makith grete thingis and that moun not be souyt out.
6 He tells the snow to fall and the rain to pour down on the earth.
Which comaundith to the snow to come doun on erthe, and to the reynes of wijntir, and to the reynes of his strengthe.
7 By this he stops people working so that everyone can understand what he does.
Which markith in the hond of alle men, that alle men knowe her werkis.
8 Even the animals take shelter and remain in their dens.
An vnresonable beeste schal go in to his denne, and schal dwelle in his caue, `ethir derke place.
9 The south wind blows in storms, while the north wind blows in cold weather.
Tempestis schulen go out fro the ynnere thingis, and coold fro Arturus.
10 God's breath produces ice, freezing the surface of water solid.
Whanne God makith blowyng, frost wexith togidere; and eft ful brood watris ben sched out.
11 He fills the clouds with moisture; he scatters his lightning from them.
Whete desirith cloudis, and cloudis spreeden abrood her liyt.
12 They swirl around under his control; they move over all the earth as he commands.
Whiche cloudes cumpassen alle thingis bi cumpas, whidur euere the wil of the gouernour ledith tho, to al thing which he comaundith `to tho on the face of the world;
13 He does this to accomplish his will, either to discipline or to show his goodness.
whether in o lynage, ethir in his lond, ether in what euer place of his merci he comaundith tho to be foundun.
14 Listen to this, Job! Stop for a moment and consider the wonderful things God does.
Joob, herkene thou these thingis; stonde thou, and biholde the meruels of God.
15 Do you know how God controls the clouds, or makes his lightning flash from them?
Whethir thou woost, whanne God comaundide to the reynes, that tho schulen schewe the liyt of hise cloudis?
16 Do you know how clouds float in the sky—the wonderful work of him who knows everything.
Whether thou knowist the grete weies of cloudis, and perfit kunnyngis?
17 You know how your clothes drip with sweat when the south wind brings air that is hot and heavy.
Whether thi cloothis ben not hoote, whanne the erthe is blowun with the south?
18 Can you hammer out the sky so it becomes like a molten mirror, as he does?
In hap thou madist with hym heuenes, which moost sad ben foundid, as of bras.
19 So why don't you teach us what to tell God? We cannot make our case because we are in the dark!
Schewe thou to vs, what we schulen seie to hym; for we ben wlappid in derknessis.
20 Should God be told that I want to speak? Anyone who wanted to would be destroyed!
Who schal telle to hym, what thingis Y speke? yhe, if he spekith, a man schal be deuourid.
21 After all, we can't look at the sun when it blazes brightly in the sky, after the wind has cleared away the clouds.
And now men seen not liyt; the eir schal be maad thicke sudenli in to cloudis, and wynd passynge schal dryue awei tho.
22 Out of the north God comes shining like gold, surrounded in awesome majesty.
Gold schal come fro the north, and ferdful preisyng of God.
23 We cannot approach the Almighty for he is far beyond us in power and justice, and doing right.
For we moun not fynde him worthili; he is greet in strengthe, and in doom, and in riytfulnesse, and may not be teld out.
24 He does not act like a tyrant—no wonder people are in awe of him, though he does not value those who think they're wise.”
Therfor men schulen drede hym; and alle men, that semen to hem silf to be wise, schulen not be hardi to biholde.
