Job 26
1 And Job answereth and saith: —
Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Whos helpere art thou?
2 What — thou hast helped the powerless, Saved an arm not strong!
whether `of the feble, and susteyneste the arm of hym, which is not strong?
3 What — thou hast given counsel to the unwise, And wise plans in abundance made known.
To whom hast thou youe counsel? In hap to hym that hath not wisdom; and thou hast schewid ful myche prudence.
4 With whom hast thou declared words? And whose breath came forth from thee?
Ether whom woldist thou teche? whether not hym, that made brething?
5 The Rephaim are formed, Beneath the waters, also their inhabitants.
Lo! giauntis weilen vnder watris, and thei that dwellen with hem.
Helle is nakid bifor hym, and noon hilyng is to perdicioun. (Sheol h7585)
7 Stretching out the north over desolation, Hanging the earth upon nothing,
Which God stretchith forth the north on voide thing, and hangith the erthe on nouyt.
8 Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.
`Which God byndith watris in her cloudis, that tho breke not out togidere dounward.
9 Taking hold of the face of the throne, Spreading over it His cloud.
`Whych God holdith the cheer of his seete, and spredith abrood theron his cloude.
10 A limit He hath placed on the waters, Unto the boundary of light with darkness.
He hath cumpassid a terme to watris, til that liyt and derknessis be endid.
11 Pillars of the heavens do tremble, And they wonder because of His rebuke.
The pilers of heuene tremblen, and dreden at his wille.
12 By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud.
In the strengthe of hym the sees weren gaderid togidere sudeynly, and his prudence smoot the proude.
13 By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent.
His spiryt ournede heuenes, and the crokid serpent was led out bi his hond, ledynge out as a mydwijf ledith out a child.
14 Lo, these [are] the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?
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?
