Job · Chapter 37
Wycliffe's Bible (1382) · chapter 340 of 858 · about 2 min
[ edit] Vpon þat mych dradde myn herte, and is moued out fro his place. He ſhal heren heringe in gaſtneſſe of his vois, and þe ſoun goende out of þe mouþ of hym. Ouer alle heuenys he beholdeþ; and þe liȝt of hym vp on þe termes of þe erþe. After hym ſhal rore ſounyng, he ſhal þunder wiþ þe vois of his mykilneſſe; and he ſhal not ben enſerchid, whan ſhal ben herd þe vois of hym. God ſhal þundre in his vois merueilouſly, þat doþ grete þingus and vnſerchable. Þat comaundeþ to þe ſnowȝ, þat it come doun vp on erþe, and to reynes of winter, and to wederes of his ſtrengþe. Þat markeþ in þe hond of alle men, þat alle men arowe ſhulden knowen his werkis.
Þe beſte ſhal go in to his lurking place, and in his dich he ſhal abide. Fro þe innermor ſhal gon out tempeſt, and fro þe norþ ſterre cold. God blowende, waxeþ togidere froſt; and eft mooſt wide ben ſhed out watris. Whete deſiriþ cloudis; and cloudis ſprengen þer liȝt. Þat gon alle þingus bi enuyroun, whider euere þou goſt, þe wil of þe gouernere ſhal lede, to alle þingus þat he ſhal comaunde to þem vp on þe face of þe roundneſſe of erþis; or in o lynage, or in his erþe, or in what euere place of his mercy hem he ſhal comaunde to be founde. Hercne þeſe þingus, Job; and ſtond, and behold þe merueilis of God.
Wheþer þou woſt, whan God comaundide to reynes, þat þei ſhulden ſhewe þe liȝt of þe cloudis of hym? Wheþer þou haſt knowen þe ſties of þe cloudis, grete and parfit kunnyngis? Wheþer þi cloþis ben not hote, whan þe erþe ſhal be blowe þurȝ wiþ þe ſouþ? Þou perauenture wiþ hym forgediſt heuenes, þat moſt ſad, as wiþ bras, ben foundid. Shewȝ to vs, what wee ſeyn to hym; wee forſoþe ben wrappid in dercneſſis. Who ſhal telle to hym, þat I ſpeke? alſo if a man ſhal ſpeke, he ſhal be deuourid. And now þei ſee not liȝt; feerli þe eir ſhal be wroȝt togidere in to cloudis, and ouergoende wind ſhal driue þem. Fro þe norþ ſhal come gold, and fro God dredful preiſing.
Wrþili hym finde wee moun not; gret in ſtrengþe, and dom, and riȝtwiſneſſe, þat he mai not be told out. Þerfore men ſhul dreden hym; and alle þat to þemſelf ben ſen to be wiſe, ſhuln not ben hardy to beholden.