Job 11

Coverdale^{(i) 1} Then answered Sophar the Naamathite, and sayde: ² Shulde not he that maketh many wordes, be answered? Shulde he that bableth moch, be commended therin? ³ Shulde men geue eare vnto the only? Thou wilt laugh other men to scorne, & shal no body mocke the agayne? ⁴ Wilt thou saye vnto God: The thinge that I take in honde, is perfecte, & I am clene in thy sight? ⁵ O that God wolde speake, and open his lippes agaynst the, ⁶ that he might shewe the (out of his secrete wy?dome) how manyfolde his lawe is: then shuldest thou knowe, that God had forgotten the, because of thy synnes. ⁷ Wilt thou fynde out God with thy sekynge? wilt thou attayne to the perfectnesse of the Allmightie? ⁸ He is hyer the heaue, what wilt thou do? Deper the hell, how wilt thou then knowe him? ⁹ His length exceadeth the length of the earth, and his bredth ye bredth of the see. ¹⁰ Though he turne all thinges vpsyde downe, close them in, or thrust the together, who darre check him therfore? ¹¹ For it is he, that knoweth the vanite of men: he seyth their wickednesse also, shulde he not then considre it? ¹² A vayne body exalteth him self, and the sonne of man is like a wylde asses foale. ¹³ Yf thou haddest now a right herte, & liftest vp thine hondes towarde him: ¹⁴ yf thou woldest put awaye the wickednesse, which thou hast in honde, so that no vngodlynesse dwelt in thy house: ¹⁵ Then mightest thou lift vp thy face without shame, the shuldest thou be sure, and haue no nede to feare. ¹⁶ Then shuldest thou forget thy misery, and thynke nomore vpon it, then vpon the waters that runne by. ¹⁷ Then shulde thy life be as cleare as the noone daye, and sprynge forth as the mornynge. ¹⁸ Then mightest thou haue comforth, in the hope that thou hast: & slepe quyetly, when thou art buried. ¹⁹ Then shuldest thou take thy rest, and no ma to make the afrayed, yee many one shulde set moch by the. ²⁰ As for the eyes of the vngodly, they shal be consumed, and not escape: their hope shalbe misery and sorow of mynde.