Old Testament · Poetry and wisdom

Job chapter 40

Then Yahweh answered Job:The man who with — is he going to correct him? Let the one against God answer that.Then Job :Look at me — . . I spoke, and . , and .Then Yahweh answered Job out of :Tie your robe up like a . I will ask. You will tell me.Are you really going to throw out — put me in the wrong so you can be in the right?Do you have an arm like God’s? Can your voice thunder the way his does?Go ahead, then — deck yourself out in . Put on like clothes.Let your fury spill over. Find everyone who is proud and bring him down.Find everyone who is proud and humble him. Trample the wicked where they stand.Bury them all in the dirt together. Wrap their faces away in .Then even I will admit it to you: your own right hand can you.Look at — I made him . He eats grass like a cow.Look at the strength in his hips, the power in the muscle of his belly.He stiffens his tail like a cedar. The tendons of his thighs are braided tight.His bones are pipes of bronze. His limbs are bars of iron.He is , and only the one who made him comes at him with a sword.The hills hand up their food to him where all the wild animals play.He lies down under the lotus, hidden in the reeds and the marsh.The lotus covers him in shade. The willows along the stream close around him.If the river turns violent, he does not panic. He when the Jordan surges into his mouth.Can anyone take him head-on, or run a hook through his nose while he watches?