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Art thou of his coucell, when he spredeth out the cloudes? Hast thou the perfecte knowlege of his wonders?

what is he, that hydeth his mynde with foolysh wordes?

Who shutt the see with dores, when it brake forth as a childe out off his mothers wombe?

Hast thou geue the mornynge his charge (as soone as thou wast borne) and shewed the dayespringe his place,

Huntest thou the praye fro the Lyon, or fedest thou his whelpes

who prouydeth meate for the rauen, whe his yonge ones crie vnto God, ad fle aboute for want of meate?

whe he hath layed his egges vpon the grounde, he bredeth them in the dust,

So harde is he vnto his yong ones, as though they were not his, and laboureth in vayne without eny feare.

When his tyme is, he flyeth vp an hye, and careth nether for horse ner man.

Hast thou geuen the horse is strength, or lerned him to bowe downe his neck with feare:

he breaketh ye grounde with the hoffes of his fete chearfully in his strength, and runneth to mete the harnest men.

He layeth asyde all feare, his stomack is not abated, nether starteth he a back for eny swerde.

Doth the Aegle mounte vp & make his nest on hye at thy commaundement?

From thence maye he beholde his praye, and loke farre aboute with his eyes.

His yonge ones are fed with bloude, and where eny deed body lyeth, there is he immediatly.

Is thine arme then like the arme of God? Maketh thy voyce soch a soude as his doth?

lo, how stronge he is in his loynes, and what power he hath in the nauell of his body.

He spredeth out his tale like a Cedre tre, all his vaynes are stiff.

His shynnes are like pipes off brasse, his rygge bones are like staues of yro

Who darre laye honde vpon him openly, and vndertake to catch him? Or, who darre put an hoke thorow his nose, ad laye a snare for him?