Job 26
1 Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Whos helpere art thou?
Then Job answered and said:
2 whether `of the feble, and susteyneste the arm of hym, which is not strong?
How hast thou helped him that is without power! How hast thou saved the arm that hath no strength!
3 To whom hast thou youe counsel? In hap to hym that hath not wisdom; and thou hast schewid ful myche prudence.
How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom, and plentifully declared sound knowledge!
4 Ether whom woldist thou teche? whether not hym, that made brething?
With whose help hast thou uttered words? And whose spirit came forth from thee?
5 Lo! giauntis weilen vnder watris, and thei that dwellen with hem.
The shades tremble beneath the waters and the inhabitants thereof.
The nether-world is naked before Him, and Destruction hath no covering. (Sheol h7585)
7 Which God stretchith forth the north on voide thing, and hangith the erthe on nouyt.
He stretcheth out the north over the empty space, and hangeth the earth over nothing.
8 `Which God byndith watris in her cloudis, that tho breke not out togidere dounward.
He bindeth up the waters in His thick clouds; and the cloud is not rent under them.
9 `Whych God holdith the cheer of his seete, and spredith abrood theron his cloude.
He closeth in the face of His throne, and spreadeth His cloud upon it.
10 He hath cumpassid a terme to watris, til that liyt and derknessis be endid.
He hath described a boundary upon the face of the waters, unto the confines of light and darkness.
11 The pilers of heuene tremblen, and dreden at his wille.
The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at His rebuke.
12 In the strengthe of hym the sees weren gaderid togidere sudeynly, and his prudence smoot the proude.
He stirreth up the sea with His power, and by His understanding He smiteth through 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.
By His breath the heavens are serene; His hand hath pierced the slant 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?
Lo, these are but the outskirts of His ways; and how small a whisper is heard of Him! But the thunder of His mighty deeds who can understand?
