Job

40 And Yahweh responded to Job and said:—

2 Shall a reprover contend with the Almighty? He that disputeth with God let him answer it!

3 Then Job responded to Yahweh and said:—

4 Lo! I am of no account, what shall I reply to thee? My hand have I laid on my mouth:

5 Once have I spoken, but I will not proceed, Yea twice but I will not add.

6 So then Yahweh responded to Job out of a storm and said:—

7 Gird, I pray thee—as a strong man—thy loins, I will ask thee, and inform thou me.

8 Wilt thou even frustrate my justice? Wilt thou condemn me that thou mayest appear right?

9 But if an arm like God thou hast, And with a voice like his thou canst thunder

10 Deck thyself, I pray thee, with majesty and grandeur, Yea with dignity and splendour thou shalt clothe thyself;

11 Pour out thy transports of anger, And look on every one who is high and lay him low;

12 Look on every one who is high and humble him, Yea tread down the lawless on the spot:

13 Hide them in the dust all together, Their faces bind thou in darkness;

14 And even I myself will praise thee, In that thine own right hand can bring thee salvation.

15 Behold, I pray thee, the Hippopotamus, which I made with thee, Grass—like the ox he eateth;

16 Behold, I pray thee, his strength in his loins, And his force in the muscles of his belly;

17 He bendeth down his tail like a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are twisted together;

18 His bones are barrels of bronze, His frame is like hammered bars of iron:

19 He is the beginning of the ways of God, Let his maker present him his sword:

20 Surely the mountains bring produce to him, Where all the wild beasts of the field do play;

21 Under the lotus-trees he lieth down, In a covert of reed and swamp;

22 The lotus-trees cover him with their shade, The willows of the torrent-bed compass him about;

23 Lo! the river becometh insolent—he is not alarmed! He is confident though a Jordan burst forth to his mouth:

24 Before his eyes shall he be caught? With a hook can one pierce his nose?