Stretching out the north over desolation, Hanging the earth upon nothing,

By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent.

Naked is Sheol over-against Him, And there is no covering to destruction.

A limit He hath placed on the waters, Unto the boundary of light with darkness.

The Rephaim are formed, Beneath the waters, also their inhabitants.

By His power He hath quieted the sea, And by His understanding smitten the proud.

Lo, these are the borders of His way, And how little a matter is heard of Him, And the thunder of His might Who doth understand?

Pillars of the heavens do tremble, And they wonder because of His rebuke.

Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.

What -- thou hast helped the powerless, Saved an arm not strong!

And Job answereth and saith: --

Taking hold of the face of the throne, Spreading over it His cloud.

With whom hast thou declared words? And whose breath came forth from thee?

What -- thou hast given counsel to the unwise, And wise plans in abundance made known.