Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.

And Jehovah doth answer Job, and saith: --

Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.

And an arm like God hast thou? And with a voice like Him dost thou thunder?

Is the striver with the Mighty instructed? The reprover of God, let him answer it.

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

Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low.

Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?

He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,

Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.

He is a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;

See every proud one -- humble him, And tread down the wicked in their place.

And Job answereth Jehovah, and saith: --

His bones are tubes of brass, His bones are as a bar of iron.

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

Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.

And even I -- I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.

Lo, I pray thee, his power is in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.

Once I have spoken, and I answer not, And twice, and I add not.

For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.

Hide them in the dust together, Their faces bind in secret.

Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.

Cover him do shades, with their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.

Before his eyes doth one take him, With snares doth one pierce the nose?