Job 40

“Will the one who contends with the Almighty correct him?
    Let him who accuses God answer him!”

“I am unworthy—how can I reply to you?
    I put my hand over my mouth.

“Behold, I am insignificant; what can I reply to You?
I lay my hand on my mouth.

I spoke once, but I have no answer—
    twice, but I will say no more.”

“Brace yourself like a man;
    I will question you,
    and you shall answer me.

“Now gird up your loins like a man;
I will ask you, and you instruct Me.

“Would you discredit my justice?
    Would you condemn me to justify yourself?

“Will you really annul My judgment?
Will you condemn Me that you may be justified?

Do you have an arm like God’s,
    and can your voice thunder like his?

“Or do you have an arm like God,
And can you thunder with a voice like His?

Then adorn yourself with glory and splendor,
    and clothe yourself in honor and majesty.

“Adorn yourself with eminence and dignity,
And clothe yourself with honor and majesty.

Unleash the fury of your wrath,
    look at all who are proud and bring them low,

“Pour out the overflowings of your anger,
And look on everyone who is proud, and make him low.

look at all who are proud and humble them,
    crush the wicked where they stand.

“Look on everyone who is proud, and humble him,
And tread down the wicked ^[a]where they stand.

Bury them all in the dust together;
    shroud their faces in the grave.

“Hide them in the dust together;
Bind ^[b]them in the hidden place.

Then I myself will admit to you
    that your own right hand can save you.

“Then I will also ^[c]confess to you,
That your own right hand can save you.

“Look at Behemoth,
    which I made along with you
    and which feeds on grass like an ox.

“Behold now, ^[d]Behemoth, which I made ^[e]as well as you;
He eats grass like an ox.

What strength it has in its loins,
    what power in the muscles of its belly!

“Behold now, his strength in his loins
And his power in the muscles of his belly.

Its tail sways like a cedar;
    the sinews of its thighs are close-knit.

“He bends his tail like a cedar;
The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

Its bones are tubes of bronze,
    its limbs like rods of iron.

“His bones are tubes of bronze;
His ^[f]limbs are like bars of iron.

It ranks first among the works of God,
    yet its Maker can approach it with his sword.

“He is the first of the ways of God;
Let his maker bring near his sword.

The hills bring it their produce,
    and all the wild animals play nearby.

“Surely the mountains bring him food,
And all the beasts of the field play there.

Under the lotus plants it lies,
    hidden among the reeds in the marsh.

“Under the lotus plants he lies down,
In the covert of the reeds and the marsh.

The lotuses conceal it in their shadow;
    the poplars by the stream surround it.

“The lotus plants cover him with ^[g]shade;
The willows of the brook surround him.

A raging river does not alarm it;
    it is secure, though the Jordan should surge against its mouth.

“If a river ^[h]rages, he is not alarmed;
He is confident, though the Jordan rushes to his mouth.

Can anyone capture it by the eyes,
    or trap it and pierce its nose?