Job 26
1 Then Job answered,
Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Whos helpere art thou?
2 “How have you helped him who is without power! How have you saved the arm that has no strength!
whether `of the feble, and susteyneste the arm of hym, which is not strong?
3 How have you counseled him who has 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 have you uttered words? Whose spirit came out of you?
Ether whom woldist thou teche? whether not hym, that made brething?
5 “The departed spirits tremble, those beneath the waters and all that live in them.
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 stretches out the north over empty space, and hangs the earth on nothing.
Which God stretchith forth the north on voide thing, and hangith the erthe on nouyt.
8 He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not burst under them.
`Which God byndith watris in her cloudis, that tho breke not out togidere dounward.
9 He encloses the face of his throne, and spreads his cloud on it.
`Whych God holdith the cheer of his seete, and spredith abrood theron his cloude.
10 He has described a boundary on the surface of the waters, and to 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 stirs up the sea with his power, and by his understanding he strikes 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 has 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 Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways. 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?
