Job 40
1 And the Lord addide, and spak to Joob,
Moreouer ye Lord spake vnto Iob, and said,
2 Whether he, that stryueth with God, schal haue rest so liytli? Sotheli he, that repreueth God, owith for to answere to hym.
Is this to learne to striue with the Almightie? he that reprooueth God, let him answere to it.
3 Forsothe Joob answeride to the Lord,
Then Iob answered the Lord, saying,
4 and seide, What may Y answere, which haue spoke liytli? Y schal putte myn hond on my mouth.
Beholde, I am vile: what shall I answere thee? I will lay mine hand vpon my mouth.
5 Y spak o thing, which thing Y wold, that Y hadde not seid; and Y spak anothir thing, to which Y schal no more adde.
Once haue I spoken, but I will answere no more, yea twise, but I will proceede no further.
6 Forsothe the Lord answeride to Joob fro the whirlewynd,
Againe the Lord answered Iob out of the whirle winde, and said,
7 and seide, Girde thou as a man thi leendis, and Y schal axe thee, and schewe thou to me.
Girde vp now thy loynes like a man: I will demaunde of thee, and declare thou vnto me.
8 Whether thou schalt make voide my doom, and schalt condempne me, that thou be maad iust?
Wilt thou disanul my iudgement? or wilt thou condemne me, that thou mayst be iustified?
9 And if thou hast an arm, as God hath, and if thou thundrist with lijk vois, `take thou fairnesse aboute thee,
Or hast thou an arme like God? or doest thou thunder with a voyce like him?
10 and be thou reisid an hiy, and be thou gloriouse, and be thou clothid `in faire clothis.
Decke thy selfe now with maiestie and excellencie, and aray thy selfe with beautie and glory.
11 Distrie thou proude men in thi woodnesse, and biholde thou, and make lowe ech bostere.
Cast abroad the indignation of thy wrath, and beholde euery one that is proude, and abase him.
12 Biholde thou alle proude men, and schende thou hem; and al to-breke thou wickid men in her place.
Looke on euery one that is arrogant, and bring him lowe: and destroy the wicked in their place.
13 Hide thou hem in dust togidere, and drenche doun her faces in to a diche.
Hide them in the dust together, and binde their faces in a secret place.
14 And Y schal knowleche, that thi riyt hond may saue thee.
Then will I confesse vnto thee also, that thy right hand can saue thee.
15 Lo! behemot, whom Y made with thee, schal as an oxe ete hey.
Behold now Behemoth (whom I made with thee) which eateth grasse as an oxe.
16 His strengthe is in hise leendis, and his vertu is in the nawle of his wombe.
Behold now, his strength is in his loynes, and his force is in the nauil of his belly.
17 He streyneth his tail as a cedre; the senewis of his `stones of gendrure ben foldid togidere.
When hee taketh pleasure, his taile is like a cedar: the sinews of his stones are wrapt together.
18 Hise boonys ben as the pipis of bras; the gristil of hym is as platis of yrun.
His bones are like staues of brasse, and his small bones like staues of yron.
19 He is the bigynnyng of the weies of God; he, that made hym, schal sette his swerd to hym.
He is the chiefe of the wayes of God: he that made him, will make his sworde to approch vnto him.
20 Hillis beren eerbis to this behemot; alle the beestis of the feeld pleien there.
Surely the mountaines bring him foorth grasse, where all the beastes of the fielde play.
21 He slepith vndur schadewe, in the pryuete of rehed, in moiste places.
Lyeth hee vnder the trees in the couert of the reede and fennes?
22 Schadewis hilen his schadewe; the salewis of the ryuer cumpassen hym.
Can the trees couer him with their shadow? or can the willowes of the riuer compasse him about?
23 He schal soupe vp the flood, and he schal not wondre; he hath trist, that Jordan schal flowe in to his mouth.
Behold, he spoyleth the riuer, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw vp Iorden into his mouth.
24 He schal take hem bi `the iyen of hym, as bi an hook; and bi scharpe schaftis he schal perse hise nosethirlis.
Hee taketh it with his eyes, and thrusteth his nose through whatsoeuer meeteth him.
