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