Job 40
1 And Yahweh responded to Job, and said: —
And the Lord went on, and said to Job:
2 Shall a reprover contend, with the Almighty? He that disputeth with GOD, let him answer it!
Shall he that contendeth with God be so easily silenced? surely he that reproveth God, ought to answer him.
3 Then Job responded to Yahweh, and said: —
Then Job answered the Lord, and said:
4 Lo! I am of no account, what shall I reply to thee? My hand, have I laid on my mouth:
What can I answer, who hath spoken inconsiderately? I will lay my hand upon my mouth.
5 Once, have I spoken, but I will not proceed, yea twice, but I will not add.
One thing I have spoken, which I wish I had not said: and another, to which I will add no more.
6 So then Yahweh responded to Job, out of a storm, and said: —
And the Lord answering Job out of the whirlwind, said:
7 Gird, I pray thee—as a strong man—thy loins, I will ask thee, and inform thou me.
Gird up thy loins like a man: I will ask thee, and do thou tell me.
8 Wilt thou even frustrate my justice? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest appear right?
Wilt thou make void my judgment: and condemn me, that thou mayst be justified?
9 But if, an arm like GOD, thou hast, and, with a voice like his, thou canst thunder,
And hast thou an arm like God, and canst thou thunder with a voice like him?
10 Deck thyself, I pray thee, with majesty and grandeur, Yea, with dignity and splendour, thou shalt clothe thyself;
Clothe thyself with beauty, and set thyself up on high and be glorious, and put on goodly garments.
11 Pour out thy transports of anger, and look on every one who is high, and lay him low;
Scatter the proud in thy indignation, and behold every arrogant man, and humble him.
12 Look on every one who is high, and humble him, yea tread down the lawless, on the spot:
Look on all that are proud, and confound them, and crush the wicked in their place.
13 Hide them in the dust all together, Their faces, bind thou in darkness;
Hide them in the dust together, and plunge their faces into the pit.
14 And, even I myself, will praise thee, in that thine own right hand can bring thee salvation.
Then I will confess that thy right hand is able to save thee.
15 Behold, I pray thee, the Hippopotamus, which I made with thee, Grass—like the ox, he eateth;
Behold behemoth whom I made with thee, he eateth grass like an ox.
16 Behold, I pray thee, his strength in his loins, and his force, in the muscles of his belly;
His strength is in his loins, and his force in the navel of his belly.
17 He bendeth down his tail like a cedar, the sinews of his thighs, are twisted together;
He setteth up his tail like a cedar, the sinews of his testicles are wrapped together.
18 His bones, are barrels of bronze, his frame, is like hammered bars of iron:
His bones are like pipes of brass, his gristle like plates of iron.
19 He, is the beginning of the ways of GOD, Let his maker, present him his sword:
He is the beginning of the ways of God, who made him, he will apply his sword.
20 Surely the mountains bring, produce, to him, where, all the wild beasts of the field, do play;
To him the mountains bring forth grass: there all the beasts of the field shall play.
21 Under the lotus-trees, he lieth down, in a covert of reed and swamp;
He sleepeth under the shadow, in the covert of the reed, and in moist places.
22 The lotus-trees cover him with their shade, the willows of the torrent-bed compass him about;
The shades cover his shadow, the willows of the brook shall compass him about.
23 Lo! the river becometh insolent—he is not alarmed! He is confident, though a Jordan burst forth to his mouth:
Behold, he will drink up a river, and not wonder: and he trusteth that the Jordan may run into his mouth.
24 Before his eyes, shall he be caught? With a hook, can one pierce his nose?
In his eyes as with a hook he shall take him, and bore through his nostrils with stakes.
