Job 40
1 And Jehovah doth answer Job, and saith: —
Moreover Jehovah spake to Job, and said:
2 Is the striver with the Mighty instructed? The reprover of God, let him answer it.
Will the censurer of the Almighty contend with him? Will the reprover of God answer?
3 And Job answereth Jehovah, and saith: —
Then Job answered Jehovah, and said:
4 Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.
Behold, I am vile! what can I answer thee? I will lay my hand upon my mouth.
5 Once I have spoken, and I answer not, And twice, and I add not.
Once have I spoken, but I will not speak again; Yea, twice, but I will say no more.
6 And Jehovah answereth Job out of the whirlwind, and saith: —
Then spake Jehovah to Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
7 Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.
Gird up now thy loins like a man! I will ask thee, and do thou instruct me!
8 Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?
Wilt thou even disannul my right? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayst be righteous?
9 And an arm like God hast thou? And with a voice like Him dost thou thunder?
Hast thou an arm like God's? Or canst thou thunder with thy voice like him?
10 Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.
Deck thyself with grandeur and majesty, And array thyself in splendor and glory!
11 Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low.
Send forth the fury of thy wrath! Look upon every proud one, and abase him!
12 See every proud one — humble him, And tread down 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, Their faces bind in secret.
Hide them in the dust together; Shut up their faces in darkness!
14 And even I — I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.
Then, indeed, will I give thee the praise, That thine own right hand can save thee.
15 Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.
Behold the river-horse, which I have made as well as thyself; He feedeth on grass like the ox.
16 Lo, I pray thee, his power [is] in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.
Behold, what strength is in his loins! And what force in the muscles of his belly!
17 He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,
He bendeth his tail, like the cedar, And the sinews of his thighs are twisted together.
18 His bones [are] tubes of brass, His bones [are] as a bar of iron.
His bones are pipes of brass, And his limbs are bars of iron.
19 He [is] a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
He is chief among the works of God; He that made him gave him his sword.
20 For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.
For the mountains supply him with food, Where all the beasts of the field play.
21 Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.
He lieth down under the lote-plants, In the covert of reeds, and in the fens.
22 Cover him do shades, [with] their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.
The lote-plants cover him with their shadow, And the willows of the brook compass him about.
23 Lo, a flood oppresseth — he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.
Lo! the stream overfloweth, but he starteth not; He is unmoved though Jordan rush forth even to his mouth.
24 Before his eyes doth [one] take him, With snares doth [one] pierce the nose?
Can one take him before his eyes, Or pierce his nose with hooks?
