The LORD Challenges Job
And the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind and said:
Who is this that darkens counsel with words without knowledge?
Gird up your loins now like a man; and I will ask you, and you make me know.
Where were you when I founded the earth? Tell, if you know understanding.
Who set its measurements — for you know! Or who stretched the line upon it?
On what were its bases sunk? Or who laid its cornerstone,
when the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
And who shut in the Sea with doors, when it burst out, coming from the womb;
when I made the cloud its clothing, and thick darkness its swaddling band;
and I broke my limit upon it, and set a bar and doors,
and said, “This far you shall come, and no further; and here your proud waves shall stop”?
Have you in your days commanded the morning, or made the dawn know its place,
to take hold of the corners of the earth, and shake the wicked out of it?
It changes like clay under a seal, and they stand out like a garment.
And their light is withheld from the wicked, and the uplifted arm is broken.
Have you come to the springs of the sea? And have you walked about in the depths of the Deep?
Have the gates of death been uncovered to you? And have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?
Have you understood the breadths of the earth? Tell, if you know it all.
Which is the way to where light dwells? And darkness — where is its place,
that you should take it to its boundary, and that you should understand the paths to its house?
You know — for you were born then, and the number of your days is many!
Have you come to the storehouses of the snow? And have you seen the storehouses of the hail,
which I have held back for a time of distress, for a day of battle and war?
Which is the way that light is distributed, that the east wind is scattered over the earth?
Who has split a channel for the flood, and a way for the thunderbolt,
to bring rain on a land where no man is, on a wilderness with no human in it,
to satisfy waste and desolation, and to make the source of grass sprout?
Does the rain have a father? Or who fathered the drops of dew?
From whose womb did the ice come out? And the frost of the heavens — who gave it birth?
The waters hide themselves like stone, and the face of the Deep is caught fast.
Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades, or loosen the cords of Orion?
Can you bring out the Mazzaroth in its season? And can you guide the Bear with her sons?
Do you know the statutes of the heavens? Can you set their rule over the earth?
Can you lift your voice to the cloud, so that a flood of waters covers you?
Can you send out lightnings, and they go, and say to you, “Here we are”?
Who has put wisdom in the inward parts? Or who has given understanding to the mind?
Who can number the clouds by wisdom? And the waterskins of the heavens — who can tip them over,
when the dust runs into a mass, and the clods stick together?
Can you hunt the prey for the lioness, and fill the appetite of the young lions,
when they crouch in their dens, and lie in wait in the thicket?
Who prepares for the raven its food, when its young cry to God for help, and wander about without food?