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1 At this, my hert is astonnied, and moued out of hys place.
2 Heare then the sounde of hys voyce, and the noyse that goeth out of his mouth.
3 He gouerneth euery thyng vnder the heauen, and his lyght reacheth vnto the ende of the worlde.
4 A roaring voyce foloweth hym: for his glorious maiesty geueth soche a thondre clappe, that (though a man heare it) yet maye he not perceaue it afterwarde. It geueth an horryble sownde,
5 when God sendeth oute hys voyce: greate thynges doth he, whych we can not comprehende.
6 When he commaundeth the snowe, it falleth vpon the erth: As soone as he geueth the rayne a charge, immediatly the showers haue theyr strength, and fall downe.
7 He sendeth feare vpon euery man, that they myght knowe their awne worckes.
8 The beestes crepe into theyr dennes, and take theyr rest.
9 Out of the south commeth the tempest, and colde out of the north.
10 At the breth of God, the frost commeth, and the waters are shed abrode.
11 He maketh the cloudes to do theyr labour in geuynge moystnesse, & agayne wyth his lyght he dryueth awaye the cloude.
12 He distrybuteth also on euery syde, accordynge as it pleaseth hym to deale out hys worckes, that they maye do whatsoeuer he commaundeth them thorow the whole worlde:
13 whether it be to punysh any lande, or to doo good vnto them, that seke hym.
14 Herken vnto thys (O Iob) stande styll, & consydre the wondrous worckes of God.
15 Art thou of councell wyth God, when he doth these thinges? When he causeth the lyght to come forth of hys cloudes?
16 Art thou of hys councell when he spredeth out the cloudes? Hast thou the perfecte knowledge of hys wonders?
17 & how thy clothes are warme, when the lande is styll thorow the South wynde?
18 Hast thou helped hym to spreade out the heauen, whych is to loke vpon, as it were cast of cleare metall?
19 Teache vs what we shall saye vnto hym, for we are vnmete because of darcknes.
20 Shall it be tolde hym what I saye? Shuld a man speake, or shulde he kepe it backe?
21 For euery man seyth not the light, that he kepeth cleare in the cloudes whych he clenseth whan he maketh the wynde to blowe.
22 Golde is brought out of the North, but the prayse and honoure of Gods feare commeth from God hym selfe.
23 It is not we that can fynde out the almightye: for in power, equite, and ryghteousnesse, he is hyer than can be expressed.
24 Let men therfore feare hym, for there shall no man se hym that is wise in his awne conceate.