Job humbleth himself to God.
Job 40:1 Moreouer the Lorde spake vnto Iob, and saide: Job 40:2 Shall he whom the almightie wyl chasten, contend with him? Should not he which disputeth with God, geue him an aunswere?
Job 40:3 Then Iob aunswered the Lorde, saying: Job 40:4 Beholde, I am vyle, what shall I aunswere thee, [therefore] I wyll laye my hande vpon my mouth. Job 40:5 Once haue I spoken, but I wyll saye no more: yea twyse, but I wyl proceede no further.
God stirreth him up to shew his righteousness, power, and wisdom.
Job 40:6 Then aunswered the Lorde vnto Iob out of the whirle winde, and saide: Job 40:7 Girde vp thy loynes now lyke a man: I wyll demaunde of thee, and make thou aunswere. Job 40:8 Wylt thou disanul my iudgement? or wylt thou condempne me, that thou mayst be righteous? Job 40:9 Is thy power then lyke the power of God? maketh thy voyce a sounde as his doth? Job 40:10 Decke thy selfe now with excellencie and maiestie, and araye thy selfe with beautie and glory: Job 40:11 Cast abrode the indignation of thy wrath, and beholde euery one that is proude, and abase him: Job 40:12 Loke on euery one that is arrogant, and bring him lowe, & destroy the wicked in their place: Job 40:13 Hide them in the dust together, and couer their faces in secrete: Job 40:14 Then wyll I confesse vnto thee also, that thyne owne right hande shall saue thee.
Job 40:15 Beholde the beaste Behemoth, who I made with thee, which eateth haye as an oxe: Job 40:16 Lo how his strength is in his loynes, and what power he hath in the nauil of his body. Job 40:17 When he wyll, he spreadeth out his tayle lyke a Cedar tree, all his sinowes are stiffe. Job 40:18 His bones are lyke pipes of brasse, yea his bones are lyke staues of iron. Job 40:19 He is the chiefe of the wayes of God, he that made him wyl make his sword to approche vnto him. Job 40:20 Surely the mountaines bring him foorth grasse, where all the beastes of the fielde take their pastime. Job 40:21 He resteth him in the shade, in the couerte of the reede and fennes. Job 40:22 The trees couer him with their shadowe, and the wyllowes of the brooke compasse him about. Job 40:23 Beholde, he drinketh vp whole ryuers and feareth not, he thinketh that he can drawe vp Iordane into his mouth. Job 40:24 He taketh it with his eyes, and yet the hunter putteth a bridle into his nose.