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1 Moreouer, God spake vnto Iob and sayde:
2 Can he that stryueth wyth the Almyghtye, be at rest? Shulde not he which disputeth wyth God, geue hym an answere?
3 Iob answered the Lorde, saying:
4 Beholde. I am to vyle a personne, to answere the, therfore wyll I laye my hande vpon my mouth.
5 Once or twise haue I spoken, but I wyll saye nomore.
6 Then answered the Lorde vnto Iob out of the storme, and sayde:
7 Gyrde vp thy loynes now lyke a man, and tell me the thinges that I will aske the.
8 Wylt thou disanul my iudgement? Or wylt thou condemne me, that thou thy selfe mayest be made ryghteous?
9 Is thy power then lyke the power of God? Maketh thy voyce soch a sounde as hys doth?
10 Then arme thy selfe wyth thyne awne power, vp, decke the in thy ioly araye,
11 powre out the indignacion of thy wrath: se that thou cast downe all the proude,
12 loke well, that thou makest all soch as be stubburne, to obeye: treade downe all the vngodly in their place,
13 cast them downe into the dust, and couer their faces with darcknesse:
14 Then will I confesse vnto the also, that thyne awne right hande shall saue the.
15 Beholde, the beast Behemoth (whom I made wyth the) whych eateth haye as an oxe:
16 lo, how stronge he is in hys loynes, and what power he hath in the nauell of his body.
17 He spredeth out hys tayle lyke a Cedre tre, all hys vaynes are styf.
18 Hys shynnes are lyke pypes of brasse, hys rydge bones are lyke staues of yron.
19 Fyrst, when God made him, he ordened the wildernesse for him,
20 that the mountaynes shulde geue hym grasse, where all the beastes of the felde take their pastyme.
21 He lyeth amonge the redes in the Mosses,
22 the fennes hyde him with their shadowe, and the wylowes of the broke couer him rounde aboute.
23 Lo, without any labour myght he drincke out of the whoale floude, and suppe of Iordane without any trauayle.
24 Who darre laye hande vpon hym openly, and vndertake to catch him? Or, who darre put a hooke thorow his nose, and lay a snare for hym?