Job 40
1 And the Lord addide, and spak to Joob,
Moreover Jehovah spake to Job, 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.
Will the censurer of the Almighty contend with him? Will the reprover of God answer?
3 Forsothe Joob answeride to the Lord,
Then Job answered Jehovah, and said:
4 and seide, What may Y answere, which haue spoke liytli? Y schal putte myn hond on my mouth.
Behold, I am vile! what can I answer thee? I will lay my hand upon 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 have I spoken, but I will not speak again; Yea, twice, but I will say no more.
6 Forsothe the Lord answeride to Joob fro the whirlewynd,
Then spake Jehovah to Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
7 and seide, Girde thou as a man thi leendis, and Y schal axe thee, and schewe thou to me.
Gird up now thy loins like a man! I will ask thee, and do thou instruct me!
8 Whether thou schalt make voide my doom, and schalt condempne me, that thou be maad iust?
Wilt thou even disannul my right? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayst be righteous?
9 And if thou hast an arm, as God hath, and if thou thundrist with lijk vois, `take thou fairnesse aboute thee,
Hast thou an arm like God's? Or canst thou thunder with thy voice like him?
10 and be thou reisid an hiy, and be thou gloriouse, and be thou clothid `in faire clothis.
Deck thyself with grandeur and majesty, And array thyself in splendor and glory!
11 Distrie thou proude men in thi woodnesse, and biholde thou, and make lowe ech bostere.
Send forth the fury of thy wrath! Look upon every proud one, and abase him!
12 Biholde thou alle proude men, and schende thou hem; and al to-breke thou wickid men in her place.
Look upon every proud one, and bring him low; Yea, tread down 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; Shut up their faces in darkness!
14 And Y schal knowleche, that thi riyt hond may saue thee.
Then, indeed, will I give thee the praise, That thine own right hand can save thee.
15 Lo! behemot, whom Y made with thee, schal as an oxe ete hey.
Behold the river-horse, which I have made as well as thyself; He feedeth on grass like the ox.
16 His strengthe is in hise leendis, and his vertu is in the nawle of his wombe.
Behold, what strength is in his loins! And what force in the muscles of his belly!
17 He streyneth his tail as a cedre; the senewis of his `stones of gendrure ben foldid togidere.
He bendeth his tail, like the cedar, And the sinews of his thighs are twisted together.
18 Hise boonys ben as the pipis of bras; the gristil of hym is as platis of yrun.
His bones are pipes of brass, And his limbs are bars of iron.
19 He is the bigynnyng of the weies of God; he, that made hym, schal sette his swerd to hym.
He is chief among the works of God; He that made him gave him his sword.
20 Hillis beren eerbis to this behemot; alle the beestis of the feeld pleien there.
For the mountains supply him with food, Where all the beasts of the field play.
21 He slepith vndur schadewe, in the pryuete of rehed, in moiste places.
He lieth down under the lote-plants, In the covert of reeds, and in the fens.
22 Schadewis hilen his schadewe; the salewis of the ryuer cumpassen hym.
The lote-plants cover him with their shadow, And the willows of the brook compass 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.
Lo! the stream overfloweth, but he starteth not; He is unmoved though Jordan rush forth even to 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.
Can one take him before his eyes, Or pierce his nose with hooks?
