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41:1	I not as cruel schal reise hym; for who may ayenstonde my face?
41:2	And who `yaf to me bifore, that Y yelde to hym? Alle thingis, that ben vndur heuene, ben myne.
41:3	Y schal not spare hym for myyti wordis, and maad faire to biseche.
41:4	Who schal schewe the face of his clothing, and who schal entre in to the myddis of his mouth?
41:5	Who schal opene the yatis of his cheer? ferdfulnesse is bi the cumpas of hise teeth.
41:6	His bodi is as yotun scheldys of bras, and ioyned togidere with scalis ouerleiynge hem silf.
41:7	Oon is ioyned to another; and sotheli brething goith not thorouy tho.
41:8	Oon schal cleue to anothir, and tho holdynge hem silf schulen not be departid.
41:9	His fnesynge is as schynynge of fier, and hise iyen ben as iyelidis of the morewtid.
41:10	Laumpis comen forth of his mouth, as trees of fier, that ben kyndlid.
41:11	Smoke cometh forth of hise nosethirlis, as of a pot set on the fier `and boilynge.
41:12	His breeth makith colis to brenne, and flawme goith out of his mouth.
41:13	Strengthe schal dwelle in his necke, and nedynesse schal go bifor his face.
41:14	The membris of hise fleischis ben cleuynge togidere to hem silf; God schal sende floodis ayens hym, and tho schulen not be borun to an other place.
41:15	His herte schal be maad hard as a stoon; and it schal be streyned togidere as the anefeld of a smith.
41:16	Whanne he schal be takun awei, aungels schulen drede; and thei aferd schulen be purgid.
41:17	Whanne swerd takith hym, it may not stonde, nethir spere, nether haburioun.
41:18	For he schal arette irun as chaffis, and bras as rotun tre.
41:19	A man archere schal not dryue hym awei; stoonys of a slynge ben turned in to stobil to hym.
41:20	He schal arette an hamer as stobil; and he schal scorne a florischynge spere.
41:21	The beemys of the sunne schulen be vndur hym; and he schal strewe to hym silf gold as cley.
41:22	He schal make the depe se to buyle as a pot; and he schal putte, as whanne oynementis buylen.
41:23	A path schal schyne aftir hym; he schal gesse the greet occian as wexynge eld.
41:24	No power is on erthe, that schal be comparisound to hym; which is maad, that he schulde drede noon.
41:25	He seeth al hiy thing; he is kyng ouer alle the sones of pride.
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41:1	None is so fearce that dare stirre him vp. Who is he then that can stand before me?
41:2	Who hath preuented mee that I shoulde make an ende? Al vnder heauen is mine.
41:3	I will not keepe silence concerning his partes, nor his power nor his comely proportion.
41:4	Who can discouer the face of his garmet? or who shall come to him with a double bridle?
41:5	Who shall open the doores of his face? his teeth are fearefull round about.
41:6	The maiestie of his scales is like strog shields, and are sure sealed.
41:7	One is set to another, that no winde can come betweene them.
41:8	One is ioyned to another: they sticke together, that they cannot be sundered.
41:9	His niesings make the light to shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:10	Out of his mouth go lampes, and sparkes of fire leape out.
41:11	Out of his nostrels commeth out smoke, as out of a boyling pot or caldron.
41:12	His breath maketh the coales burne: for a flame goeth out of his mouth.
41:13	In his necke remayneth strength, and labour is reiected before his face.
41:14	The members of his bodie are ioyned: they are strong in themselues, and cannot be mooued.
41:15	His heart is as strong as a stone, and as hard as the nether milstone.
41:16	The mightie are afrayd of his maiestie, and for feare they faint in themselues.
41:17	When the sword doeth touch him, he will not rise vp, nor for the speare, dart nor habergeon.
41:18	He esteemeth yron as strawe, and brasse as rotten wood.
41:19	The archer canot make him flee: ye stones of the sling are turned into stubble vnto him:
41:20	The dartes are counted as strawe: and hee laugheth at the shaking of the speare.
41:21	Sharpe stones are vnder him, and he spreadeth sharpe things vpon the myre.
41:22	He maketh the depth to boyle like a pot, and maketh the sea like a pot of oyntment.
41:23	He maketh a path to shine after him: one would thinke the depth as an hoare head.
41:24	In the earth there is none like him: hee is made without feare.
41:25	He beholdeth al hie things: he is a King ouer all the children of pride.
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