Job 41
1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
Whether thou schalt mowe drawe out leuyathan with an hook, and schalt bynde with a roop his tunge?
2 Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
Whethir thou schalt putte a ryng in hise nosethirlis, ethir schalt perse hyse cheke with `an hook?
3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?
Whether he schal multiplie preieris to thee, ether schal speke softe thingis to thee?
4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
Whether he schal make couenaunt with thee, and `thou schalt take him a seruaunt euerlastinge?
5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
Whether thou schalt scorne hym as a brid, ethir schalt bynde hym to thin handmaidis?
6 Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
Schulen frendis `kerue hym, schulen marchauntis departe hym?
7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
Whether thou schalt fille nettis with his skyn, and a `leep of fischis with his heed?
8 Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
Schalt thou putte thin hond on hym? haue thou mynde of the batel, and adde no more to speke.
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Lo! his hope schal disseyue hym; and in the siyt of alle men he schal be cast doun.
10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
I not as cruel schal reise hym; for who may ayenstonde my face?
11 Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
And who `yaf to me bifore, that Y yelde to hym? Alle thingis, that ben vndur heuene, ben myne.
12 I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
Y schal not spare hym for myyti wordis, and maad faire to biseche.
13 Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
Who schal schewe the face of his clothing, and who schal entre in to the myddis of his mouth?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
Who schal opene the yatis of his cheer? ferdfulnesse is bi the cumpas of hise teeth.
15 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
His bodi is as yotun scheldys of bras, and ioyned togidere with scalis ouerleiynge hem silf.
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
Oon is ioyned to another; and sotheli brething goith not thorouy tho.
17 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
Oon schal cleue to anothir, and tho holdynge hem silf schulen not be departid.
18 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
His fnesynge is as schynynge of fier, and hise iyen ben as iyelidis of the morewtid.
19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
Laumpis comen forth of his mouth, as trees of fier, that ben kyndlid.
20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
Smoke cometh forth of hise nosethirlis, as of a pot set on the fier `and boilynge.
21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
His breeth makith colis to brenne, and flawme goith out of his mouth.
22 In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow danceth before him.
Strengthe schal dwelle in his necke, and nedynesse schal go bifor his face.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
The membris of hise fleischis ben cleuynge togidere to hem silf; God schal sende floodis ayens hym, and tho schulen not be borun to an other place.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
His herte schal be maad hard as a stoon; and it schal be streyned togidere as the anefeld of a smith.
25 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
Whanne he schal be takun awei, aungels schulen drede; and thei aferd schulen be purgid.
26 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor armour.
Whanne swerd takith hym, it may not stonde, nethir spere, nether haburioun.
27 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
For he schal arette irun as chaffis, and bras as rotun tre.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
A man archere schal not dryue hym awei; stoonys of a slynge ben turned in to stobil to hym.
29 Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
He schal arette an hamer as stobil; and he schal scorne a florischynge spere.
30 Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
The beemys of the sunne schulen be vndur hym; and he schal strewe to hym silf gold as cley.
31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
He schal make the depe se to buyle as a pot; and he schal putte, as whanne oynementis buylen.
32 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
A path schal schyne aftir hym; he schal gesse the greet occian as wexynge eld.
33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
No power is on erthe, that schal be comparisound to hym; which is maad, that he schulde drede noon.
34 He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.
He seeth al hiy thing; he is kyng ouer alle the sones of pride.
