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

And Yahweh responded to Job, and said: -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then Job responded to Yahweh, and said: -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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