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[1] Forsothe Joob answeride, and seide, Whos helpere art thou?
[2] whether `of the feble, and susteyneste the arm of hym, which is not strong?
[3] To whom hast thou youe counsel? In hap to hym that hath not wisdom; and thou hast schewid ful myche prudence.
[4] Ether whom woldist thou teche? whether not hym, that made brething?
[5] Lo! giauntis weilen vnder watris, and thei that dwellen with hem.
[6] Helle is nakid bifor hym, and noon hilyng is to perdicioun.
[7] Which God stretchith forth the north on voide thing, and hangith the erthe on nouyt.
[8] `Which God byndith watris in her cloudis, that tho breke not out togidere dounward.
[9] `Whych God holdith the cheer of his seete, and spredith abrood theron his cloude.
[10] He hath cumpassid a terme to watris, til that liyt and derknessis be endid.
[11] The pilers of heuene tremblen, and dreden at his wille.
[12] In the strengthe of hym the sees weren gaderid togidere sudeynly, and his prudence smoot the proude.
[13] His spiryt ournede heuenes, and the crokid serpent was led out bi his hond, ledynge out as a mydwijf ledith out a child.
[14] Lo! these thingis ben seid in partie of `hise weyes; and whanne we han herd vnnethis a litil drope of his word, who may se the thundur of his greetnesse?
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