Job 26
1 Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Whos helpere art thou?
Job replied,
2 whether `of the feble, and susteyneste the arm of hym, which is not strong?
“How helpful you have been to this feeble man that I am. How supportive you have been to the weak.
3 To whom hast thou youe counsel? In hap to hym that hath not wisdom; and thou hast schewid ful myche prudence.
What good advice you have given to this ignorant man, demonstrating you have so much wisdom.
4 Ether whom woldist thou teche? whether not hym, that made brething?
Who helped you speak these words? Who inspired you to say such things?
5 Lo! giauntis weilen vnder watris, and thei that dwellen with hem.
The dead tremble, those beneath the waters.
Sheol lies naked before God, Abaddon is uncovered. (Sheol h7585)
7 Which God stretchith forth the north on voide thing, and hangith the erthe on nouyt.
He stretches the northern sky over empty space; he hangs the world on nothing.
8 `Which God byndith watris in her cloudis, that tho breke not out togidere dounward.
He gathers the rain in his storm clouds which do not break under the weight.
9 `Whych God holdith the cheer of his seete, and spredith abrood theron his cloude.
He veils his throne; covering it with his clouds.
10 He hath cumpassid a terme to watris, til that liyt and derknessis be endid.
On the surface of the waters he set a boundary; he set a limit dividing light from darkness.
11 The pilers of heuene tremblen, and dreden at his wille.
The pillars of heaven tremble; they shake with fear at his rebuke.
12 In the strengthe of hym the sees weren gaderid togidere sudeynly, and his prudence smoot the proude.
He calmed the sea with his power; because he knew what to do he crushed Rahab.
13 His spiryt ournede heuenes, and the crokid serpent was led out bi his hond, ledynge out as a mydwijf ledith out a child.
The breath of his voice made the heavens beautiful; with his hand he pierced the gliding serpent.
14 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?
This is just a little of all he does—what we hear of him is hardly a whisper, so who can understand his thunderous power?”
