Job 40

1 And Yahweh responded to Job, and said: —

καὶ ἀπεκρίθη κύριος ὁ θεὸς τῷ Ιωβ καὶ εἶπεν

2 Shall a reprover contend, with the Almighty? He that disputeth with GOD, let him answer it!

μὴ κρίσιν μετὰ ἱκανοῦ ἐκκλινεῖ ἐλέγχων θεὸν ἀποκριθήσεται αὐτήν

3 Then Job responded to Yahweh, and said: —

ὑπολαβὼν δὲ Ιωβ λέγει τῷ κυρίῳ

4 Lo! I am of no account, what shall I reply to thee? My hand, have I laid on my mouth:

τί ἔτι ἐγὼ κρίνομαι νουθετούμενος καὶ ἐλέγχων κύριον ἀκούων τοιαῦτα οὐθὲν ὤν ἐγὼ δὲ τίνα ἀπόκρισιν δῶ πρὸς ταῦτα χεῖρα θήσω ἐπὶ στόματί μου

5 Once, have I spoken, but I will not proceed, yea twice, but I will not add.

ἅπαξ λελάληκα ἐπὶ δὲ τῷ δευτέρῳ οὐ προσθήσω

6 So then Yahweh responded to Job, out of a storm, and said: —

ἔτι δὲ ὑπολαβὼν ὁ κύριος εἶπεν τῷ Ιωβ ἐκ τοῦ νέφους

7 Gird, I pray thee—as a strong man—thy loins, I will ask thee, and inform thou me.

μή ἀλλὰ ζῶσαι ὥσπερ ἀνὴρ τὴν ὀσφύν σου ἐρωτήσω δέ σε σὺ δέ μοι ἀποκρίθητι

8 Wilt thou even frustrate my justice? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest appear right?

μὴ ἀποποιοῦ μου τὸ κρίμα οἴει δέ με ἄλλως σοι κεχρηματικέναι ἢ ἵνα ἀναφανῇς δίκαιος

9 But if, an arm like GOD, thou hast, and, with a voice like his, thou canst thunder,

ἦ βραχίων σοί ἐστιν κατὰ τοῦ κυρίου ἢ φωνῇ κατ’ αὐτὸν βροντᾷς

10 Deck thyself, I pray thee, with majesty and grandeur, Yea, with dignity and splendour, thou shalt clothe thyself;

ἀνάλαβε δὴ ὕψος καὶ δύναμιν δόξαν δὲ καὶ τιμὴν ἀμφίεσαι

11 Pour out thy transports of anger, and look on every one who is high, and lay him low;

ἀπόστειλον δὲ ἀγγέλους ὀργῇ πᾶν δὲ ὑβριστὴν ταπείνωσον

12 Look on every one who is high, and humble him, yea tread down the lawless, on the spot:

ὑπερήφανον δὲ σβέσον σῆψον δὲ ἀσεβεῖς παραχρῆμα

13 Hide them in the dust all together, Their faces, bind thou in darkness;

κρύψον δὲ εἰς γῆν ἔξω ὁμοθυμαδόν τὰ δὲ πρόσωπα αὐτῶν ἀτιμίας ἔμπλησον

14 And, even I myself, will praise thee, in that thine own right hand can bring thee salvation.

ὁμολογήσω ἄρα ὅτι δύναται ἡ δεξιά σου σῶσαι

15 Behold, I pray thee, the Hippopotamus, which I made with thee, Grass—like the ox, he eateth;

ἀλλὰ δὴ ἰδοὺ θηρία παρὰ σοί χόρτον ἴσα βουσὶν ἐσθίει

16 Behold, I pray thee, his strength in his loins, and his force, in the muscles of his belly;

ἰδοὺ δὴ ἰσχὺς αὐτοῦ ἐπ’ ὀσφύι ἡ δὲ δύναμις ἐπ’ ὀμφαλοῦ γαστρός

17 He bendeth down his tail like a cedar, the sinews of his thighs, are twisted together;

ἔστησεν οὐρὰν ὡς κυπάρισσον τὰ δὲ νεῦρα αὐτοῦ συμπέπλεκται

18 His bones, are barrels of bronze, his frame, is like hammered bars of iron:

αἱ πλευραὶ αὐτοῦ πλευραὶ χάλκειαι ἡ δὲ ῥάχις αὐτοῦ σίδηρος χυτός

19 He, is the beginning of the ways of GOD, Let his maker, present him his sword:

τοῦτ’ ἔστιν ἀρχὴ πλάσματος κυρίου πεποιημένον ἐγκαταπαίζεσθαι ὑπὸ τῶν ἀγγέλων αὐτοῦ

20 Surely the mountains bring, produce, to him, where, all the wild beasts of the field, do play;

ἐπελθὼν δὲ ἐπ’ ὄρος ἀκρότομον ἐποίησεν χαρμονὴν τετράποσιν ἐν τῷ ταρτάρῳ

21 Under the lotus-trees, he lieth down, in a covert of reed and swamp;

ὑπὸ παντοδαπὰ δένδρα κοιμᾶται παρὰ πάπυρον καὶ κάλαμον καὶ βούτομον

22 The lotus-trees cover him with their shade, the willows of the torrent-bed compass him about;

σκιάζονται δὲ ἐν αὐτῷ δένδρα μεγάλα σὺν ῥαδάμνοις καὶ κλῶνες ἄγνου

23 Lo! the river becometh insolent—he is not alarmed! He is confident, though a Jordan burst forth to his mouth:

ἐὰν γένηται πλήμμυρα οὐ μὴ αἰσθηθῇ πέποιθεν ὅτι προσκρούσει ὁ Ιορδάνης εἰς τὸ στόμα αὐτοῦ

24 Before his eyes, shall he be caught? With a hook, can one pierce his nose?

ἐν τῷ ὀφθαλμῷ αὐτοῦ δέξεται αὐτόν ἐνσκολιευόμενος τρήσει ῥῖνα