1 Iob answered, and sayde:

2 O how helpest thou the weake? what comforte geuest thou vnto him that hath no stregth?

3 Where is ye coucell yt thou shuldest geue him, which hath no wy?dome? Wilt thou so shewe thine excellent rightuousnes?

4 Before whom hast thou spoken those wordes? Who made the breth to come out of ye mouth?

5 The giauntes & worthies yt are slayne, & lye vnder ye worlde wt their copanions:

6 yee & all they which dwell beneth in the hell are not hyd fro him, & the very destruccion it self ca not be kepte out of his sight.

7 He stretcheth out ye north ouer the emptie, & hageth ye earth vpo nothinge.

8 He byndeth ye water in his cloudes, that they fall not downe together.

9 He holdeth back his stole, that it caa not be sene, and spredeth his cloudes before it.

10 He hath copased the waters wt certayne boundes, vntill the daye & night come to an ende.

11 The very pilers of heaue treble & quake at his reprofe.

12 He stilleth the see with his power, & thorow his wy?dome hath he set forth ye worlde.

13 With his sprete hath he garnished the heaues, & with his hande hath he wounded the rebellious serpet.

14 This is now a shorte summe of his doynges. But who is able sufficiently to rehearce his workes? Who can perceaue and vnderstonde ye thondre of his power?