Job 41

1I not as cruel schal reise hym; for who may ayenstonde my face? 2And who `yaf to me bifore, that Y yelde to hym? Alle thingis, that ben vndur heuene, ben myne. 3Y schal not spare hym for myyti wordis, and maad faire to biseche. 4Who schal schewe the face of his clothing, and who schal entre in to the myddis of his mouth? 5Who schal opene the yatis of his cheer? ferdfulnesse is bi the cumpas of hise teeth. 6His bodi is as yotun scheldys of bras, and ioyned togidere with scalis ouerleiynge hem silf. 7Oon is ioyned to another; and sotheli brething goith not thorouy tho. 8Oon schal cleue to anothir, and tho holdynge hem silf schulen not be departid. 9His fnesynge is as schynynge of fier, and hise iyen ben as iyelidis of the morewtid. 10Laumpis comen forth of his mouth, as trees of fier, that ben kyndlid. 11Smoke cometh forth of hise nosethirlis, as of a pot set on the fier `and boilynge. 12His breeth makith colis to brenne, and flawme goith out of his mouth. 13Strengthe schal dwelle in his necke, and nedynesse schal go bifor his face. 14The membris of hise fleischis ben cleuynge togidere to hem silf; God schal sende floodis ayens hym, and tho schulen not be borun to an other place. 15His herte schal be maad hard as a stoon; and it schal be streyned togidere as the anefeld of a smith. 16Whanne he schal be takun awei, aungels schulen drede; and thei aferd schulen be purgid. 17Whanne swerd takith hym, it may not stonde, nethir spere, nether haburioun. 18For he schal arette irun as chaffis, and bras as rotun tre. 19A man archere schal not dryue hym awei; stoonys of a slynge ben turned in to stobil to hym. 20He schal arette an hamer as stobil; and he schal scorne a florischynge spere. 21The beemys of the sunne schulen be vndur hym; and he schal strewe to hym silf gold as cley. 22He schal make the depe se to buyle as a pot; and he schal putte, as whanne oynementis buylen. 23A path schal schyne aftir hym; he schal gesse the greet occian as wexynge eld. 24No power is on erthe, that schal be comparisound to hym; which is maad, that he schulde drede noon. 25He seeth al hiy thing; he is kyng ouer alle the sones of pride.
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