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Job - Chapter: 40


40:1	Moreouer, God spake vnto Iob and sayde:
40:2	Can he that stryueth wyth the Almyghtye, be at rest? Shulde not he which disputeth wyth God, geue hym an answere?
40:3	Iob answered the Lorde, saying:
40:4	Beholde. I am to vyle a personne, to answere the, therfore wyll I laye my hande vpon my mouth.
40:5	Once or twise haue I spoken, but I wyll saye nomore.
40:6	Then answered the Lorde vnto Iob out of the storme, and sayde:
40:7	Gyrde vp thy loynes now lyke a man, and tell me the thinges that I will aske the.
40:8	Wylt thou disanul my iudgement? Or wylt thou condemne me, that thou thy selfe mayest be made ryghteous?
40:9	Is thy power then lyke the power of God? Maketh thy voyce soch a sounde as hys doth?
40:10	Then arme thy selfe wyth thyne awne power, vp, decke the in thy ioly araye,
40:11	powre out the indignacion of thy wrath: se that thou cast downe all the proude,
40:12	loke well, that thou makest all soch as be stubburne, to obeye: treade downe all the vngodly in their place,
40:13	cast them downe into the dust, and couer their faces with darcknesse:
40:14	Then will I confesse vnto the also, that thyne awne right hande shall saue the.
40:15	Beholde, the beast Behemoth (whom I made wyth the) whych eateth haye as an oxe:
40:16	lo, how stronge he is in hys loynes, and what power he hath in the nauell of his body.
40:17	He spredeth out hys tayle lyke a Cedre tre, all hys vaynes are styf.
40:18	Hys shynnes are lyke pypes of brasse, hys rydge bones are lyke staues of yron.
40:19	Fyrst, when God made him, he ordened the wildernesse for him,
40:20	that the mountaynes shulde geue hym grasse, where all the beastes of the felde take their pastyme.
40:21	He lyeth amonge the redes in the Mosses,
40:22	the fennes hyde him with their shadowe, and the wylowes of the broke couer him rounde aboute.
40:23	Lo, without any labour myght he drincke out of the whoale floude, and suppe of Iordane without any trauayle.
40:24	Who darre laye hande vpon hym openly, and vndertake to catch him? Or, who darre put a hooke thorow his nose, and lay a snare for hym?


40:1	Forsothe the Lord answeride to Joob fro the whirlewynd,
40:2	and seide, Girde thou as a man thi leendis, and Y schal axe thee, and schewe thou to me.
40:3	Whether thou schalt make voide my doom, and schalt condempne me, that thou be maad iust?
40:4	And if thou hast an arm, as God hath, and if thou thundrist with lijk vois, `take thou fairnesse aboute thee,
40:5	and be thou reisid an hiy, and be thou gloriouse, and be thou clothid `in faire clothis.
40:6	Distrie thou proude men in thi woodnesse, and biholde thou, and make lowe ech bostere.
40:7	Biholde thou alle proude men, and schende thou hem; and al to-breke thou wickid men in her place.
40:8	Hide thou hem in dust togidere, and drenche doun her faces in to a diche.
40:9	And Y schal knowleche, that thi riyt hond may saue thee.
40:10	Lo! behemot, whom Y made with thee, schal as an oxe ete hey.
40:11	His strengthe is in hise leendis, and his vertu is in the nawle of his wombe.
40:12	He streyneth his tail as a cedre; the senewis of his `stones of gendrure ben foldid togidere.
40:13	Hise boonys ben as the pipis of bras; the gristil of hym is as platis of yrun.
40:14	He is the bigynnyng of the weies of God; he, that made hym, schal sette his swerd to hym.
40:15	Hillis beren eerbis to this behemot; alle the beestis of the feeld pleien there.
40:16	He slepith vndur schadewe, in the pryuete of rehed, in moiste places.
40:17	Schadewis hilen his schadewe; the salewis of the ryuer cumpassen hym.
40:18	He schal soupe vp the flood, and he schal not wondre; he hath trist, that Jordan schal flowe in to his mouth.
40:19	He schal take hem bi `the iyen of hym, as bi an hook; and bi scharpe schaftis he schal perse hise nosethirlis.
40:20	Whether thou schalt mowe drawe out leuyathan with an hook, and schalt bynde with a roop his tunge?
40:21	Whethir thou schalt putte a ryng in hise nosethirlis, ethir schalt perse hyse cheke with `an hook?
40:22	Whether he schal multiplie preieris to thee, ether schal speke softe thingis to thee?
40:23	Whether he schal make couenaunt with thee, and `thou schalt take him a seruaunt euerlastinge?
40:24	Whether thou schalt scorne hym as a brid, ethir schalt bynde hym to thin handmaidis?


40:1	Morouer, God spake vnto Iob and sayde:
40:2	Can he that stryueth with the Allmightie, be at rest? Shulde not he which disputeth with God, geue him an answere?
40:3	Iob answered the LORDE, sayenge:
40:4	Beholde, I am to vyle a personne, to answere the, therfore will I laye my hande vpon my mouth.
40:5	Once or twyse haue I spoken, but I will saye nomore.
40:6	Then spake the LORDE vnto Iob out of the storme, and sayde:
40:7	gyrde vp yi loynes like a man, and tell me the thige that I will axe the.
40:8	Wilt thou disanulle my iudgment? Or, wilt thou condemne me, yt thou thy self mayest be made rightuous?
40:9	Is thine arme then like the arme of God? Maketh thy voyce soch a soude as his doth?
40:10	Then arme thy self with thine owne power, vp, decke the in thy ioly araye,
40:11	poure out the indignacion of thy wrath: se that thou cast downe all ye proude,
40:12	loke well, that thou makest all soch as be stubburne, to obeye: treade all the vngodly vnder thy fete,
40:13	cast the downe in to the myre, and couer their faces with darcknesse:
40:14	Then will I confesse also, that thyne owne right honde hath saued the.
40:15	Beholde, the cruell beaste (whom I made wt the) which eateth haye as an oxe:
40:16	lo, how stronge he is in his loynes, and what power he hath in the nauell of his body.
40:17	He spredeth out his tale like a Cedre tre, all his vaynes are stiff.
40:18	His shynnes are like pipes off brasse, his rygge bones are like staues of yro
40:19	First when God made him, he ordened the wyldernesse for him,
40:20	yt the mountaynes shulde geue him grasse, where all the beastes off the felde take their pastyme.
40:21	He lyeth amoge the redes in the Mosses, the fennes
40:22	hyde him with their shadowe, and the wylowes of the broke couer him rounde aboute.
40:23	Lo, without eny laboure might he drynke out the whole floude, and suppe off Iordane without eny trauayle.
40:24	Who darre laye honde vpon him openly, and vndertake to catch him? Or, who darre put an hoke thorow his nose, ad laye a snare for him?

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