Job 40:17
He spredeth out his tale like a Cedre tre, all his vaynes are stiff.
He spredeth out his tale like a Cedre tre, all his vaynes are stiff.
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18His shynnes are like pipes off brasse, his rygge bones are like staues of yro
19First when God made him, he ordened the wyldernesse for him,
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
15Beholde, the cruell beaste (whom I made wt the) which eateth haye as an oxe:
16lo, how stronge he is in his loynes, and what power he hath in the nauell of his body.
21His breth maketh the coales burne, the flame goeth out of his mouth.
22In his necke remayneth strength, and before his face sorowe is turned to gladnesse.
23The membres of his body are ioyned so strayte one to another, and cleue so fast together, that he can not be moued.
24His hert is as harde as a stone, ad as fast as the styth ye that the hammer man smyteth vpon.
15His body is couered with scales as it were with shyldes, lockte in, kepte, and well copacte together.
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.
30He treadeth the golde in the myre like ye sharpe potsherdes.
27He setteth as moch by a strawe as by yro, and as moch by a rotten stocke as by metall.
28He starteth not awaye for him that bendeth the bowe, & as for slynge stones, he careth as moch for stubble as for them
7Canst thou fyll the nett wt his skynne, or ye fysh panyer with his heade?
17it taketh many rotes, in so moch that it is like an house off stones.
7Fayre and beutifull was he in his greatnesse, and in the length of his braunches, for his rote stode besyde greate waters:
8no Cedre tre might hyde him. In the pleasaut garden of God, there was no Fyrre tre like his brauches, the playne trees were not like ye bowes of him. All the trees in the garden off God might not be copared vnto him in his beuty:
26He runneth proudly vpon him, & with a stiff necke fighteth he agaynst him:
23Though the quyuers rattle vpon him, though the speare and shilde glistre:
5The voyce of the LORDE is mightie in operacion, the voyce of the LORDE is a glorious voyce
6The voyce of the LORDE breaketh the Cedre trees: yee the LORDE breaketh the Ceders of Libanus.
1Darrest thou drawe out Leuiathan with an angle, or bynde his tonge with a snare?
2Canst thou put a rynge in the nose of him, or bore his chaftes thorow with a naule?
12He stilleth the see with his power, & thorow his wy?dome hath he set forth ye worlde.
13With his sprete hath he garnished the heaues, & with his hande hath he wounded the rebellious serpet.
14his hades are full of golde rynges and precious stones. His body is as the pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphyres:
15His legges are as the pilers of Marbell, sett vpon sokettes of golde: His face is as Libanus, and as the bewty of the Cedre trees:
18His nesinge is like a glisteringe fyre, and his eyes like the mornynge shyne.
19Out of his mouth go torches and fyre brandes,
9There putteth he his honde vpon the stony rockes, & ouerthroweth the mountaynes.
30A Lyon which is kynge of beastes, & geueth place to no man:
23Lo, without eny laboure might he drynke out the whole floude, and suppe off Iordane without eny trauayle.
24Who 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?
12But the lyon spoyled ynough for his yonge ones, and deuoured for his lyonesse: he fylled his dennes with his pray, & his dwellinge place with that he had rauy?shed.
13He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
34He hath made my fete like hartes fete, & hath set me vp an hye.
10The hilles were couered with the shadowe of it, & so were the stronge Cedretrees wt the bowes therof.
12I feare him not, whether he threaten or speake fayre.
12Like as a lyon that is gredy of his pray, & as it were a lyons whelpe lurckynge in his denne.
5Therfore was he hyer the all the trees of the felde, and thorow ye multitude of waters that he sent fro him, he optayned many and longe braunches.
8but to seke their pasture aboute the moutaynes, & to folowe vpon the grene grasse.
3Beholde, Assur was like a Cedre tre vpo the mount of Libanus, with fayre brauches: so thicke, that he gaue shadowes, and shot out very hye. His toppe reached vnto the cloudes.
10The roaringe of the lyon, the cryenge off the lyonesse, & ye teth off ye lyos whelpes are broke.
14The meate that he eateth, shalbe turned to the poyson of serpetes within his body.
9Mountaynes and all hilles, frutefull trees & all Ceders.
33He hath made my fete like hartes fete, and set me vp an hye.