📖 Job 40
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Morouer, God spake vnto Iob and sayde:
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Can he that stryueth with the Allmightie, be at rest? Shulde not he which disputeth with God, geue him an answere?
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Iob answered the LORDE, sayenge:
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Beholde, I am to vyle a personne, to answere the, therfore will I laye my hande vpon my mouth.
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Once or twyse haue I spoken, but I will saye nomore.
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Then spake the LORDE vnto Iob out of the storme, and sayde:
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gyrde vp yi loynes like a man, and tell me the thige that I will axe the.
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Wilt thou disanulle my iudgment? Or, wilt thou condemne me, yt thou thy self mayest be made rightuous?
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Is thine arme then like the arme of God? Maketh thy voyce soch a soude as his doth?
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Then arme thy self with thine owne power, vp, decke the in thy ioly araye,
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poure out the indignacion of thy wrath: se that thou cast downe all ye proude,
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loke well, that thou makest all soch as be stubburne, to obeye: treade all the vngodly vnder thy fete,
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cast the downe in to the myre, and couer their faces with darcknesse:
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Then will I confesse also, that thyne owne right honde hath saued the.
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Beholde, the cruell beaste (whom I made wt the) which eateth haye as an oxe:
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lo, how stronge he is in his loynes, and what power he hath in the nauell of his body.
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He spredeth out his tale like a Cedre tre, all his vaynes are stiff.
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His shynnes are like pipes off brasse, his rygge bones are like staues of yro
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First when God made him, he ordened the wyldernesse for him,
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yt the mountaynes shulde geue him grasse, where all the beastes off the felde take their pastyme.
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He lyeth amoge the redes in the Mosses, the fennes
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hyde him with their shadowe, and the wylowes of the broke couer him rounde aboute.
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Lo, without eny laboure might he drynke out the whole floude, and suppe off Iordane without eny trauayle.
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Who darre laye honde vpon him openly, and vndertake to catch him? Or, who darre put an hoke thorow his nose, ad laye a snare for him?