Job 39:8
but to seke their pasture aboute the moutaynes, & to folowe vpon the grene grasse.
but to seke their pasture aboute the moutaynes, & to folowe vpon the grene grasse.
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9Wyll the vnicorne be so tame as to do ye seruyce, or to abyde still by thy cribbe?
10Cast thou bynde ye yock aboute him in thy forowes, to make him plowe after the in ye valleis?
11Mayest thou trust hi (because he is stroge) or comitte thy labor vnto hi?
20yt the mountaynes shulde geue him grasse, where all the beastes off the felde take their pastyme.
21He lyeth amoge the redes in the Mosses, the fennes
6Vnto who I haue geuen the wyldernes to be their house, & the vntilled londe to be their dwellinge place.
7That they maye geue no force for the multitude off people in the cities, nether to regarde the crienge of the dryuer:
6The voyce of the LORDE breaketh the Cedre trees: yee the LORDE breaketh the Ceders of Libanus.
19Hast thou geuen the horse is strength, or lerned him to bowe downe his neck with feare:
20that he letteth him self be dryuen forth like a greshopper, where as the stoute neyenge that he maketh, is fearfull?
21he breaketh ye grounde with the hoffes of his fete chearfully in his strength, and runneth to mete the harnest men.
10For all the beestes of the felde are myne, and thousandes of catell vpon the hilles.
11I knowe all the foules vpon the mountaynes, and the wilde beastes of the felde are in my sight.
8God hath broughte hi out of Egipte, his strength is as of an vnicorne. He shal eate vp the Heithen his enemies, and grynde their bones to poulder, and shute thorow them with his arowes.
5Doth the wilde asse roare when he hath grasse? Or crieth the oxe, whe he hath fodder ynough?
8Which couereth ye heauen wt cloudes, prepareth rayne for ye earth, & maketh ye grasse to growe vpon the mountaynes.
9Which geueth foder vnto ye catell, & fedeth ye yonge rauens yt call vpo him.
5The Hynde shal forsake the yonge fawne, that se brigeth forth in ye felde, because there shalbe no grasse.
6The wilde Asses shall stonde in the Mosse, and drawe in their wynde like the Dragos, their eyes shal fayle for wat of grasse.
1Knowest thou the tyme when the wilde gotes brige forth their yoge amoge the stony rockes? Or layest thou wayte when the hindes vse to fawne?
7All shepe and oxen, yee and the beastes of the felde.
9Mountaynes and all hilles, frutefull trees & all Ceders.
10Beastes and all catell, wormes & fethered foules.
39Huntest thou the praye fro the Lyon, or fedest thou his whelpes
18The hilles are a refuge for the wylde goates, and so are the stony rockes for ye conyes.
11That all the beastes of the felde maye haue drynke, & that the wylde asses maye quench their thyrste.
8wherin ye proude & hye mynded walke not, & where no lyon commeth.
9There putteth he his honde vpon the stony rockes, & ouerthroweth the mountaynes.
10Ryuers flowe out of the rockes, & loke what is pleasaunt, his eye seyth it.
25The hay groweth, ye grasse cometh vp, & herbes are gathered in ye mountaines.
6Thy rightuousnesse stondeth like the stronge mountaynes, & thy iudgment like the greate depe.
18O what a sighinge make the catell? the bullockes are very euel likynge, because they haue no pasture: and the shepe are fame?shed awaye.
19O LORDE, to the will I crie: for the fyre hath consumed the goodly pastures of the wyldernesse, and the flame hath brent vp all the trees of the felde.
20Yee the wylde beestes crie also vnto the: for the water ryuers are dryed vp, and the fyre hath consumed the pastures of the wyldernesse.
13Thou watrest the hylles from aboue, the erth is fylled with ye frutes of thy workes.
14Thou bryngest forth grasse for the catell, and grene herbe for the seruyce of men.
5Hert, Roo, Bugle, wylde goate, Unicorne, Origen, and Camelion.
15Beholde, the cruell beaste (whom I made wt the) which eateth haye as an oxe:
2He fedeth me in a grene pasture, ad ledeth me to a fresh water.
12Thou crownest the yeare with thy good, and thy fotesteppes droppe fatnesse.
6Ye mountaynes, that ye skipped like rammes? and ye litle hilles, like yonge shepe?
6My shepe go wandringe vpon all moutaynes and vpon euery hye hill, yee they be scatred abrode in all feldes, and there is no man, that careth for them, or seketh after them.
15And of ye toppes of the mountaynes of olde, and of the hilles allwaye,
22God hath brought the out of Egipte, his stregth is as of an Vnicorne.
9All the beastes of the felde, & all the beastes of ye wod, shal come to deuoure hi.
23Lo, without eny laboure might he drynke out the whole floude, and suppe off Iordane without eny trauayle.
24yet russheth he in fearsly, and beateth vpon the grounde. He feareth not the noyse of the trompettes,
4How longe shall the londe mourne, and all the herbes off the felde perish, for the wickednes off them that dwell therin? The catell and the byrdes are gone, yet saye they: tush, God will not destroye vs vtterly.
7There shal the Vnicornes fall with the Bulles, (that is with the giauntes) and their londe shalbe washed with bloude, & their grounde corrupte with fatnesse.
9The voyce of the LORDE moueth ye hyndes & discouereth the thicke bu?shes: in his temple shal euery man speake of his honoure.