Job · Chapter 40

[ edit] And þe Lord addede, and ſpac to Job, Wheþer he þat ſtriueþ wiþ God, ſo liȝtli ſhal reſte? Forſoþe he, þat vndernemeþ God, owiþ to anſwere to hym. Anſwerende forſoþe Job to þe Lord ſeide, I þat liȝtli ſpac, what may I anſwern? Myn hond I ſhal putte vp on my mouþ. O þing I ſpac, þat wolde God I hadde not ſeid; and an oþer, to þe whiche þingus I ſhal adden no more. Anſwerende forſoþe þe Lord to Job fro þe whirlewind, ſeide, Gird as a man þi leendis, and I ſhal aſke þee, and ſheu þou to me. Wheþer vein þou ſhalt make my dom, and condempne me, þat þou be iuſtified?

And if þou haſt an arm as God, and wiþ lic vois þundriſt, do aboute to þee fairneſſe, and in to an heiȝ be þou rerid, and be glorious, and be þou clad wiþ faire cloþis. Scatere proude men in þi wodneſſe, and beholdende eche enhaunſende hymſelf meke þou. Behold alle proude men, and confounde hem; and to-broſe vnpitouſe men in þer place. Hijd hem in pouder togidere, and þe facis of hem drenche in þe diche. And I ſhal knouleche, þat þi riȝþond mai ſaue þee. Lo! bemoþ, þat I made wiþ þee, hey as an oxe he ſhal ete. His ſtrengþe in his leendis, and his vertue in þe nauele of his wombe. He ſtreyneþ his tail as a ceder; and þe ſenewis of his ballokis ben wrappid togidere.

His bones as pipis of bras; his griſtil as irene platis. He is þe begynyng of þe weies of God; þat made hym, ſhal lei to his ſwerd. To þis hillis bern erbis; alle þe beſtis of þe feld pleien þere. Vnder ſhadewe he ſlepiþ, in þe priue place of reed, in moiſte placis. Shadewis coueren his vmbre; wiþiene trees of þe ſtrem enuyrounen hym. He ſhal ſoupen vp þe flod, and he ſhal not wndre; he haþ troſt, þat Jordan flowe in to þe mouþ of hym. In þe eȝen of hym, as wiþ an hoc, he ſhal taken hym; and in ſtakys he ſhal þirle þurȝ his noſe þerlis.