Job 26
1 Then Job answered and said,
Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Whos helpere art thou?
2 How hast thou helped him that is without power! how hast thou saved the arm that hath no strength!
whether `of the feble, and susteyneste the arm of hym, which is not strong?
3 How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom, and plentifully declared sound knowledge!
To whom hast thou youe counsel? In hap to hym that hath not wisdom; and thou hast schewid ful myche prudence.
4 To whom hast thou uttered words? and whose spirit came forth from thee?
Ether whom woldist thou teche? whether not hym, that made brething?
5 They that are deceased tremble beneath the waters and the inhabitants thereof.
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 He stretcheth out the north over empty space, and hangeth the earth upon nothing.
Which God stretchith forth the north on voide thing, and hangith the erthe on nouyt.
8 He bindeth 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 He closeth in the face of his throne, and spreadeth his cloud upon it.
`Whych God holdith the cheer of his seete, and spredith abrood theron his cloude.
10 He hath described a boundary upon the face of the waters, unto the confines of light and darkness.
He hath cumpassid a terme to watris, til that liyt and derknessis be endid.
11 The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his rebuke.
The pilers of heuene tremblen, and dreden at his wille.
12 He stirreth up the sea with his power, and by his understanding he smiteth through Rahab.
In the strengthe of hym the sees weren gaderid togidere sudeynly, and his prudence smoot the proude.
13 By his spirit the heavens are garnished; his hand hath pierced the swift 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 but the outskirts of his ways: and how small a whisper do we hear of him! but the thunder of his power who can 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?
