Job 40:6–41:8

⁶And Jehovah answereth Job out of the whirlwind, and saith:— ⁷Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know. ⁸Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous? ⁹And an arm like God hast thou? And with a voice like Him dost thou thunder? ¹⁰Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on. ¹¹Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low. ¹²See every proud one—humble him, And tread down the wicked in their place. ¹³Hide them in the dust together, Their faces bind in secret. ¹⁴And even I—I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.

¹⁵Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth. ¹⁶Lo, I pray thee, his power is in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly. ¹⁷He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together, ¹⁸His bones are tubes of brass, His bones are as a bar of iron. ¹⁹He is a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword; ²⁰For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there. ²¹Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire. ²²Cover him do shades, with their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook. ²³Lo, a flood oppresseth—he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth. ²⁴Before his eyes doth one take him, With snares doth one pierce the nose?

Chapter 41

¹Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down—his tongue? ²Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw? ³Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things? ⁴Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during? ⁵Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels? ⁶(Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!) ⁷Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head? ⁸Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle—do not add!