Job 40

1 (39:31) Moreouer, God spake vnto Iob & sayde: 2 (39:32) Can he that stryueth with the almightye, be at reste? Shulde not he whiche disputeth with God, geue hym an aunswere? 3 (39:33) Iob answered the Lorde, sayinge: 4 (39:34) Beholde, I am to vyle a personne, to aunswere the, therfore wyll I laye my hand vpon my mouth. 5 (39:35) Ones or twise haue I spoken, but I wyll saye no more. 6 (40:1) Then spake the Lorde vnto Iob oute of the storme, & sayd: 7 (40:2) Gyrd vp thy loynes lyke a man, & tell me the thynges that I wyl aske the. 8 (40:3) Wilt thou disanulle my iudgemente? Or wilt thou condempne me, that thou thy selfe mayest be made righteous? 9 (40:4) Is thyne arme then lyke the arme of God? Maketh thy voyce such a sound as hys doeth? 10 (40:5) Then arme thy selfe with thyne owne power, vp, decke the in thy ioly araye, 11 (40:6) poure oute the indignacyon of thy wrath: se that thou caste doune all the proude, 12 (40:7) loke well, that thou makest all suche as be stubborne, to obeye: treade all the vngodlye vnder thy fete, 13 (40:8) caste them doune vnto the myre. and couer theyr faces wt darckenesse. 14 (40:9) Then wil I confesse also, 'fet thyne owne ryghte hande hath saued the. 15 (40:10) Behold Behemoth (whom I made with the) which eateth haye as an oxe: 16 (40:11) lo, how strong he is in his loynes, & what power he hathe in the nauell of hys bodye. 17 (40:12) He spredeth oute hys tayle like a Cedre tre, all hys vaynes are stife. 18 (40:13) His shynnes are lyke pypes of brasse, hys rygge bones are lyke staues of yron. 19 (40:14) Fyrste when God made hym, he ordened the wyldernesse for hym, 20 (40:15) that the mountaynes shuld geue hym grasse, where all the beastes of the fylde take theyr pastyme. 21 (40:16) He lyeth amonge the redes in the Mosses, the fennes 22 (40:17) hyde him wyth theyr shadowe, & the wylowes of the broke couer hym rounde about. 23 (40:18) Lo, withoute any labour myght he drincke out of the whole floud & suppe of Iordane wythoute anye trayle. 24 (40:19) Who darre laye hande vpon him openlye, & vndertake to catche hym? Or, who darre put a hooke thorowe hys nose, & laye a snare for hym.