Great(i)
1 Darrest thou drawe out Leuiathan wyth an Angle, or bynde hys tonge wyth a snare?
2 Canst thou put a ryng in the nose of him, or bore hys chawe thorow with a naule?
3 Wyll he make many fayre wordes with the (thynkest thou) or flatter the?
4 Will he make a couenaunt with the? Or art thou able for to compell hym to do the continuall seruyce?
5 Wylt thou take thy pastyme wyth hym, as with a byrde, or geue him vnto thy maydens,
6 that thy companyons may make a refeccion of hym, or that he maye be parted amonge the marchaunt men?
7 Canst thou fyll the baskett with his skynne, or the fysh pannyer wt his heade?
8 Darrest thou laye hande vpon hym? It is better for the to consydre what harme myght happen the there thorow, and not to touch him.
9 For when thou thynkest to haue holde vpon him, he shall begyle the.
10 No man is so cruell, that is able to stere him vp. Who is able to stande before me?
11 Or who hath geuen me any thyng afore hande, that I maye rewarde him agayne? All thynges vnder heauen are myne:
12 I feare him not, whether he threaten or speake fayre.
13 Who lyfteth him vp, and stripeth hym out of his clothes, or who taketh him by the bytt of his brydle?
14 Who openeth the dore of his face? for he hath horrible tethe rounde about.
15 His body is couered wyth scales as it were with shyldes, lockte in, kepte, and well compacte together:
16 One is so ioyned to another, that no ayre can come in:
17 Yee, one hangeth so vpon another, and stycketh so together, that they cannot be sundered.
18 His nesyng is lyke a glystering fyre, and his eyes lyke the mornynge shyne.
19 Out of his mouth go torches,
20 and out of his nostrels ther goeth a smoke, lyke as out of an hote sething pot.
21 His breth maketh the coales burne, and the flamme goeth out of hys mouth.
22 In his necke remayneth strength, and nothing is to laborious for him.
23 The membres of his body are ioyned so strayte one to another, and cleaue so fast together, that he cannot be moued.
24 His hert is as herd as a stone, and as fast as the stythye that the smyth smyteth vpon.
25 When he goeth: the myghtye are afrayed, and feare troubleth them.
26 If any man draw out a swearde at him, it shall not hurt him: there may nether speare, iauelinge ner brest plate, abyde hym.
27 He setteth as moch by a strawe as by yron, and as moch by a rotten stocke as by brasse.
28 He starteth not awaye for hym that bendeth the bowe: and as for slynge stones, he careth as moch for stubble as for them.
29 He counteth the dartes no better then a strawe, he laugheth hym to scorne that shaketh the speare.
30 He treadeth the gold in the myre lyke the sharpe potsherdes.
31 He maketh the depe to boyle lyke a pot, and stereth the see together lyke an oyntment.
32 He maketh a path to be sene after hym, the depe is hys walkynge place.
33 Upon erth is there no power lyke vnto hys, for he is so made that he feareth not.
34 If a man wyll consydre all hye thynges, thys same is a kynge ouer all the chyldren of pryde.