Job 40
1 And the Lord went on, and said to Job:
Moreover Jehovah spake to Job, and said:
2 Shall he that contendeth with God be so easily silenced? surely he that reproveth God, ought to answer him.
Will the censurer of the Almighty contend with him? Will the reprover of God answer?
3 Then Job answered the Lord, and said:
Then Job answered Jehovah, and said:
4 What can I answer, who hath spoken inconsiderately? I will lay my hand upon my mouth.
Behold, I am vile! what can I answer thee? I will lay my hand upon my mouth.
5 One thing I have spoken, which I wish I had not said: and another, to which I will add no more.
Once have I spoken, but I will not speak again; Yea, twice, but I will say no more.
6 And the Lord answering Job out of the whirlwind, said:
Then spake Jehovah to Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
7 Gird up thy loins like a man: I will ask thee, and do thou tell me.
Gird up now thy loins like a man! I will ask thee, and do thou instruct me!
8 Wilt thou make void my judgment: and condemn me, that thou mayst be justified?
Wilt thou even disannul my right? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayst be righteous?
9 And hast thou an arm like God, and canst thou thunder with a voice like him?
Hast thou an arm like God's? Or canst thou thunder with thy voice like him?
10 Clothe thyself with beauty, and set thyself up on high and be glorious, and put on goodly garments.
Deck thyself with grandeur and majesty, And array thyself in splendor and glory!
11 Scatter the proud in thy indignation, and behold every arrogant man, and humble him.
Send forth the fury of thy wrath! Look upon every proud one, and abase him!
12 Look on all that are proud, and confound them, and crush the wicked in their place.
Look upon every proud one, and bring him low; Yea, tread down the wicked in their place!
13 Hide them in the dust together, and plunge their faces into the pit.
Hide them in the dust together; Shut up their faces in darkness!
14 Then I will confess that thy right hand is able to save thee.
Then, indeed, will I give thee the praise, That thine own right hand can save thee.
15 Behold behemoth whom I made with thee, he eateth grass like an ox.
Behold the river-horse, which I have made as well as thyself; He feedeth on grass like the ox.
16 His strength is in his loins, and his force in the navel of his belly.
Behold, what strength is in his loins! And what force in the muscles of his belly!
17 He setteth up his tail like a cedar, the sinews of his testicles are wrapped together.
He bendeth his tail, like the cedar, And the sinews of his thighs are twisted together.
18 His bones are like pipes of brass, his gristle like plates of iron.
His bones are pipes of brass, And his limbs are bars of iron.
19 He is the beginning of the ways of God, who made him, he will apply his sword.
He is chief among the works of God; He that made him gave him his sword.
20 To him the mountains bring forth grass: there all the beasts of the field shall play.
For the mountains supply him with food, Where all the beasts of the field play.
21 He sleepeth under the shadow, in the covert of the reed, and in moist places.
He lieth down under the lote-plants, In the covert of reeds, and in the fens.
22 The shades cover his shadow, the willows of the brook shall compass him about.
The lote-plants cover him with their shadow, And the willows of the brook compass him about.
23 Behold, he will drink up a river, and not wonder: and he trusteth that the Jordan may run into his mouth.
Lo! the stream overfloweth, but he starteth not; He is unmoved though Jordan rush forth even to his mouth.
24 In his eyes as with a hook he shall take him, and bore through his nostrils with stakes.
Can one take him before his eyes, Or pierce his nose with hooks?
