[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?