Iob answered, and sayde:

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?