Job 26
1 Then Job answered and said,
Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Whos helpere art thou?
2 “How you have helped one who has no power! How you have saved the arm that has no strength!
whether `of the feble, and susteyneste the arm of hym, which is not strong?
3 How you have advised one who has no wisdom and announced to him sound knowledge!
To whom hast thou youe counsel? In hap to hym that hath not wisdom; and thou hast schewid ful myche prudence.
4 With whose help have you spoken these words? Whose spirit was it that came out from you?
Ether whom woldist thou teche? whether not hym, that made brething?
5 The dead are made to tremble, those who are beneath the waters and all who dwell in them.
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 stretches out the northern skies over the empty space, and he hangs the earth over nothing.
Which God stretchith forth the north on voide thing, and hangith the erthe on nouyt.
8 He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, but the clouds are not torn under them.
`Which God byndith watris in her cloudis, that tho breke not out togidere dounward.
9 He covers the surface of the moon and spreads his clouds on it.
`Whych God holdith the cheer of his seete, and spredith abrood theron his cloude.
10 He has engraved a circular boundary on the surface of the waters as the line between light and darkness.
He hath cumpassid a terme to watris, til that liyt and derknessis be endid.
11 The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his rebuke.
The pilers of heuene tremblen, and dreden at his wille.
12 He calmed the sea with his power; by his understanding he shattered Rahab.
In the strengthe of hym the sees weren gaderid togidere sudeynly, and his prudence smoot the proude.
13 By his breath he made the skies clear; his hand pierced 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 See, these are but the fringes of his ways; how small a whisper do we hear of him! Who can understand the thunder of his power?”
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?
