Where wast thou when I founded earth? Declare, if thou hast known understanding.

And Jehovah answereth Job out of the whirlwind, and saith: --

In the singing together of stars of morning, And all sons of God shout for joy,

Who doth prepare for a raven his provision, When his young ones cry unto God? They wander without food.

When they bow down in dens -- Abide in a thicket for a covert?

Dost thou bind sweet influences of Kimah? Or the attractions of Kesil dost thou open?

Dost thou hunt for a lion prey? And the desire of young lions fulfil?

Hast thou come in unto the treasure of snow? Yea, the treasures of hail dost thou see?

Who is this -- darkening counsel, By words without knowledge?

And He shutteth up with doors the sea, In its coming forth, from the womb it goeth out.

On what have its sockets been sunk? Or who hath cast its corner-stone?

Hast thou commanded morning since thy days? Causest thou the dawn to know its place?

Hast thou come in to springs of the sea? And in searching the deep Hast thou walked up and down?

And say, 'Hitherto come thou, and add not, And a command is placed On the pride of thy billows.'

Dost thou bring out Mazzaroth in its season? And Aysh for her sons dost thou comfort?

Where is this -- the way light dwelleth? And darkness, where is this -- its place?

Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, And I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.

Hast thou known the statutes of heaven? Or dost thou appoint Its dominion in the earth?

Who hath put in the inward parts wisdom? Or who hath given To the covered part understanding?

Who hath divided for the flood a conduit? And a way for the lightning of the voices?

And I measure over it My statute, And place bar and doors,

Revealed to thee were the gates of death? And the gates of death-shade dost thou see?

In My making a cloud its clothing, And thick darkness its swaddling band,

To take hold on the skirts of the earth, And the wicked are shaken out of it,

It turneth itself as clay of a seal And they station themselves as clothed.

Hath the rain a father? Or who hath begotten the drops of dew?

From whose belly came forth the ice? And the hoar-frost of the heavens, Who hath begotten it?

Dost thou send out lightnings, and they go And say unto thee, 'Behold us?'

Where is this, the way light is apportioned? It scattereth an east wind over the earth.

Who placed its measures -- if thou knowest? Or who hath stretched out upon it a line?

And withheld from the wicked is their light, And the arm lifted up is broken.

To cause it to rain on a land -- no man, A wilderness -- no man in it.

Who doth number the clouds by wisdom? And the bottles of the heavens, Who doth cause to lie down,

Dost thou lift up to the cloud thy voice, And abundance of water doth cover thee?

As a stone waters are hidden, And the face of the deep is captured.

Thou hast understanding, Even unto the broad places of earth! Declare -- if thou hast known it all.

In the hardening of dust into hardness, And clods cleave together?

That I have kept back for a time of distress, For a day of conflict and battle.

To satisfy a desolate and waste place, And to cause to shoot up The produce of the tender grass?

That thou dost take it unto its boundary, And that thou dost understand The paths of its house.

Thou hast known -- for then thou art born And the number of thy days are many!