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40:1	Moreouer the Lord answered Iob, and said,
40:2	Shall hee that contendeth with the Almightie, instruct him? he that reproueth God, let him answere it.
40:3	Then Iob answered the Lord, and said,
40:4	Behold, I am vile, what shall I answere thee? I wil lay my hand vpon my mouth.
40:5	Once haue I spoken, but I will not answere: yea twise, but I will proceed no further.
40:6	Then answered the Lord vnto Iob out of the whirlewinde, and said:
40:7	Gird vp thy loynes now like a man: I will demaund of thee, and declare thou vnto me.
40:8	Wilt thou also disanul my iudgement? Wilt thou condemne mee, that thou mayest be righteous?
40:9	Hast thou an arme like God? or canst thou thunder with a voyce like him?
40:10	Decke thy selfe now with Maiestie, and excellencie, and aray thy selfe with glory, and beautie.
40:11	Cast abroad the rage of thy wrath: and behold euery one that is proud, and abase him.
40:12	Looke on euery one that is proud, and bring him low: and tread downe the wicked in their place.
40:13	Hide them in the dust together, and binde their faces in secret.
40:14	Then will I also confesse vnto thee, that thine owne right hand can saue thee.
40:15	Beholde now Behemoth which I made with thee, hee eateth grasse as an oxe.
40:16	Loe now, his strength is in his loynes, and his force is in the nauell of his belly.
40:17	Hee moueth his taile like a Cedar: the sinewes of his stones are wrapt together.
40:18	His bones are as strong pieces of brasse: his bones are like barres of iron.
40:19	Hee is the chiefe of the wayes of God: he that made him, can make his sword to approach vnto him.
40:20	Surely the mountaines bring him foorth foode: where all the beasts of the field play.
40:21	He lieth vnder the shady trees in the couert of the reede, and fennes.
40:22	The shady trees couer him with their shaddow: the willowes of the brooke compasse him about.
40:23	Behold, he drinketh vp a riuer, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw vp Iordan into his mouth.
40:24	He taketh it with his eyes: his nose pearceth through snares.


40:1	Moreouer the Lorde spake vnto Iob, and saide
40:2	Shall he whom the almightie wyl chasten, contend with him? Should not he which disputeth with God, geue him an aunswere
40:3	Then Iob aunswered the Lorde, saying
40:4	Beholde, I am vyle, what shall I aunswere thee, therefore I wyll laye my hande vpon my mouth
40:5	Once haue I spoken, but I wyll saye no more: yea twyse, but I wyl proceede no further
40:6	Then aunswered the Lorde vnto Iob out of the whirle winde, and saide
40:7	Girde vp thy loynes now lyke a man: I wyll demaunde of thee, and make thou aunswere
40:8	Wylt thou disanul my iudgement? or wylt thou condempne me, that thou mayst be righteous
40:9	Is thy power then lyke the power of God? maketh thy voyce a sounde as his doth
40:10	Decke thy selfe now with excellencie and maiestie, and araye thy selfe with beautie and glory
40:11	Cast abrode the indignation of thy wrath, and beholde euery one that is proude, and abase him
40:12	Loke on euery one that is arrogant, and bring him lowe, & destroy the wicked in their place
40:13	Hide them in the dust together, and couer their faces in secrete
40:14	Then wyll I confesse vnto thee also, that thyne owne right hande shall saue thee
40:15	Beholde the beaste Behemoth, who I made with thee, which eateth haye as an oxe
40:16	Lo how his strength is in his loynes, and what power he hath in the nauil of his body
40:17	When he wyll, he spreadeth out his tayle lyke a Cedar tree, all his sinowes are stiffe
40:18	His bones are lyke pipes of brasse, yea his bones are lyke staues of iron
40:19	He is the chiefe of the wayes of God, he that made him wyl make his sword to approche vnto him
40:20	Surely the mountaines bring him foorth grasse, where all the beastes of the fielde take their pastime
40:21	He resteth him in the shade, in the couerte of the reede and fennes
40:22	The trees couer him with their shadowe, and the wyllowes of the brooke compasse him about
40:23	Beholde, he drinketh vp whole ryuers and feareth not, he thinketh that he can drawe vp Iordane into his mouth
40:24	He taketh it with his eyes, and yet the hunter putteth a bridle into his nose


40:1	Againe the Lord answered Iob out of the whirle winde, and said,
40:2	Girde vp now thy loynes like a man: I will demaunde of thee, and declare thou vnto me.
40:3	Wilt thou disanul my iudgement? or wilt thou condemne me, that thou mayst be iustified?
40:4	Or hast thou an arme like God? or doest thou thunder with a voyce like him?
40:5	Decke thy selfe now with maiestie and excellencie, and aray thy selfe with beautie and glory.
40:6	Cast abroad the indignation of thy wrath, and beholde euery one that is proude, and abase him.
40:7	Looke on euery one that is arrogant, and bring him lowe: and destroy the wicked in their place.
40:8	Hide them in the dust together, and binde their faces in a secret place.
40:9	Then will I confesse vnto thee also, that thy right hand can saue thee.
40:10	Behold now Behemoth (whom I made with thee) which eateth grasse as an oxe.
40:11	Behold now, his strength is in his loynes, and his force is in the nauil of his belly.
40:12	When hee taketh pleasure, his taile is like a cedar: the sinews of his stones are wrapt together.
40:13	His bones are like staues of brasse, and his small bones like staues of yron.
40:14	He is the chiefe of the wayes of God: he that made him, will make his sworde to approch vnto him.
40:15	Surely the mountaines bring him foorth grasse, where all the beastes of the fielde play.
40:16	Lyeth hee vnder the trees in the couert of the reede and fennes?
40:17	Can the trees couer him with their shadow? or can the willowes of the riuer compasse him about?
40:18	Behold, he spoyleth the riuer, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw vp Iorden into his mouth.
40:19	Hee taketh it with his eyes, and thrusteth his nose through whatsoeuer meeteth him.
40:20	Canst thou drawe out Liuiathan with an hooke, and with a line which thou shalt cast downe vnto his tongue?
40:21	Canst thou cast an hooke into his nose? canst thou perce his iawes with an angle?
40:22	Will he make many prayers vnto thee, or speake thee faire?
40:23	Will hee make a couenant with thee? and wilt thou take him as a seruant for euer?
40:24	Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bynd him for thy maydes? (Job : ) Shall the companions baket with him? shall they deuide him among the marchants? (Job : ) Canst thou fill the basket with his skinne? or the fishpanier with his head? (Job : ) Lay thine hand vpon him: remember the battel, and do no more so. (Job : ) Behold, his hope is in vaine: for shall not one perish euen at the sight of him?

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