Job 26
1 Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Whos helpere art thou?
Then responded Job, and said: —
2 whether `of the feble, and susteyneste the arm of hym, which is not strong?
How hast thou given help to one of no-strength? given victory to an arm of no-power?
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 given counsel to one of no-wisdom? or, effective wisdom, abundantly made known?
4 Ether whom woldist thou teche? whether not hym, that made brething?
Whom hast thou taught speech? Whose inspiration hath come from thee?
5 Lo! giauntis weilen vnder watris, and thei that dwellen with hem.
The shades, tremble, beneath the waters and their inhabitants;
Naked is hades before him, and there is no covering to destruction; (Sheol h7585)
7 Which God stretchith forth the north on voide thing, and hangith the erthe on nouyt.
Who stretcheth out the north over emptiness, hangeth the earth upon nothingness;
8 `Which God byndith watris in her cloudis, that tho breke not out togidere dounward.
Who bindeth up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not rent beneath them;
9 `Whych God holdith the cheer of his seete, and spredith abrood theron his cloude.
Who shutteth-in the face of the throne, he spreadeth over it his cloud;
10 He hath cumpassid a terme to watris, til that liyt and derknessis be endid.
A, boundary, hath he encircled on the face of the waters, as far as where light ends in darkness;
11 The pilers of heuene tremblen, and dreden at his wille.
The pillars of the heavens, are shaken, and are terrified at his rebuke:
12 In the strengthe of hym the sees weren gaderid togidere sudeynly, and his prudence smoot the proude.
By his strength, hath he excited the sea, and, by his skill, hath he shattered the Crocodile:
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 spirit, hath he arched the heavens, His hand hath pierced the fleeing 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 the fringes of his way, and what a whisper of a word hath been heard of him! But, the thunder of his might, who could understand?
