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Job - Chapter: 11


11:1	Then answered Sophar the Naamathite, and sayde:
11:2	Shulde not he that maketh many wordes, be answered? Shuld he that bableth moch, be commended therin?
11:3	Shulde men geue eare vnto the onely? Thou wilt laugh other men to scorne, and shal no body mock the againe?
11:4	Wylt thou saye vnto God. The thyng that I take in hande is perfecte, and I am cleane in thy syght?
11:5	O that God wolde speake, and open his lyppes agaynst the,
11:6	that he myght shewe the (out of his secrete wysdome) why he rewardeth the double as he was appoynted to do: then shuldest thou knowe, that God had forgotten the because of thy synne.
11:7	Art thou able to fynde out the secretes of God? Or wylt thou attayne to the perfectnesse of the almyghtye?
11:8	He is hyer then heauen, what arte thou able to do? Deper then the hell, how wilt thou then know him?
11:9	His length exceadeth the length of the earth, and hys bredth the bredth of the see.
11:10	Though he turne all thinges vp syde downe, close them in, gather them togeather, who wyll turne hym from his purpose?
11:11	For it is he that knoweth the vanite of men: he seyth theyr wyckednesse also, shulde he not then considre it?
11:12	A vayne body exalteth hym selfe, and man new borne is lyke a wylde asses colte.
11:13	If thou haddest nowe a ryght hert, and lyftedst vp thyne handes towarde hym:
11:14	yf thou woldest put awaye the wickednes which thou hast in hande, so that no vngodlynesse dwell in thy house.
11:15	Then myghtest thou lyft vp thy face without shame, and then shuldest thou be sure, and haue no nede to feare.
11:16	Then shuldest thou forget thy miserye, & thyncke nomore vpon it then vpon the waters that runne by.
11:17	Then shuld the residue of thy lyfe be as cleare as the noone daye, and sprynge forth as the mornyng.
11:18	Then mightest thou haue comforte, in the hope that thou hast: and slepe quyetly, when thou art buried.
11:19	Then shuldest thou take thy rest, & no man to make the afrayed, yee, many one shuld set moch by the.
11:20	As for the eyes of the vngodly, they shalbe consumed, and not escape: theyr hope shalbe misery and sorow of mynde.


11:1	Forsothe Sophar Naamathites answeride, and seide,
11:2	Whether he, that spekith many thingis, schal not also here? ether whethir a man ful of wordis schal be maad iust?
11:3	Schulen men be stille to thee aloone? whanne thou hast scorned othere men, schalt thou not be ouercomun of ony man?
11:4	For thou seidist, My word is cleene, and Y am cleene in thi siyt.
11:5	And `Y wolde, that God spak with thee, and openyde hise lippis to thee;
11:6	to schewe to thee the priuetees of wisdom, and that his lawe is manyfold, and thou schuldist vndurstonde, that thou art requirid of hym to paie myche lesse thingis, than thi wickidnesse disserueth.
11:7	In hap thou schalt comprehende the steppis of God, and thou schalt fynde Almyyti God `til to perfeccioun.
11:8	He is hiyere than heuene, and what schalt thou do? he is deppere than helle, and wherof schalt thou knowe?
11:9	His mesure is lengere than erthe, and brodere than the see.
11:10	If he distrieth alle thingis, ethir dryueth streitli `in to oon, who schal ayenseie hym? Ethir who may seie to hym, Whi doest thou so?
11:11	For he knowith the vanyte of men; and whether he seynge byholdith not wickidnesse?
11:12	A veyn man is reisid in to pride; and gessith hym silf borun fre, as the colt of a wilde asse.
11:13	But thou hast maad stidefast thin herte, and hast spred abrood thin hondis to hym.
11:14	If thou doest awei `fro thee the wickidnesse, which is in thin hond, and vnriytfulnesse dwellith not in thi tabernacle,
11:15	thanne thou schalt mowe reise thi face with out wem, and thou schalt be stidefast, and thou schalt not drede.
11:16	And thou schalt foryete wretchidnesse, and thou schalt not thenke of it, as of watris that han passid.
11:17	And as myddai schynynge it schal reise to thee at euentid; and whanne thou gessist thee wastid, thou schalt rise vp as the dai sterre.
11:18	And thou schalt haue trist, while hope schal be set forth to thee; and thou biried schalt slepe sikurli.
11:19	Thou schalt reste, and `noon schal be that schal make thee aferd; and ful many men schulen biseche thi face.
11:20	But the iyen of wickid men schulen faile; and socour schal perische fro hem, and the hope of hem schal be abhominacyioun of soule.


11:1	Then answered Sophar the Naamathite, and sayde:
11:2	Shulde not he that maketh many wordes, be answered? Shulde he that bableth moch, be commended therin?
11:3	Shulde men geue eare vnto the only? Thou wilt laugh other men to scorne, & shal no body mocke the agayne?
11:4	Wilt thou saye vnto God: The thinge that I take in honde, is perfecte, & I am clene in thy sight?
11:5	O that God wolde speake, and open his lippes agaynst the,
11:6	that he might shewe the (out of his secrete wy?dome) how manyfolde his lawe is: then shuldest thou knowe, that God had forgotten the, because of thy synnes.
11:7	Wilt thou fynde out God with thy sekynge? wilt thou attayne to the perfectnesse of the Allmightie?
11:8	He is hyer the heaue, what wilt thou do? Deper the hell, how wilt thou then knowe him?
11:9	His length exceadeth the length of the earth, and his bredth ye bredth of the see.
11:10	Though he turne all thinges vpsyde downe, close them in, or thrust the together, who darre check him therfore?
11:11	For it is he, that knoweth the vanite of men: he seyth their wickednesse also, shulde he not then considre it?
11:12	A vayne body exalteth him self, and the sonne of man is like a wylde asses foale.
11:13	Yf thou haddest now a right herte, & liftest vp thine hondes towarde him:
11:14	yf thou woldest put awaye the wickednesse, which thou hast in honde, so that no vngodlynesse dwelt in thy house:
11:15	Then mightest thou lift vp thy face without shame, the shuldest thou be sure, and haue no nede to feare.
11:16	Then shuldest thou forget thy misery, and thynke nomore vpon it, then vpon the waters that runne by.
11:17	Then shulde thy life be as cleare as the noone daye, and sprynge forth as the mornynge.
11:18	Then mightest thou haue comforth, in the hope that thou hast: & slepe quyetly, when thou art buried.
11:19	Then shuldest thou take thy rest, and no ma to make the afrayed, yee many one shulde set moch by the.
11:20	As for the eyes of the vngodly, they shal be consumed, and not escape: their hope shalbe misery and sorow of mynde.

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