He does great things past finding out; yes, marvelous things without number.

Behold, he goes by me, and I don't see him. He passes on also, but I don't perceive him.

Behold, he snatches away. Who can hinder him? Who will ask him, 'What are you doing?'

Though I were righteous, yet I wouldn't answer him. I would make supplication to my judge.

"God will not withdraw his anger. The helpers of Rahab stoop under him.

For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.

Though I am righteous, my own mouth shall condemn me. Though I am blameless, it shall prove me perverse.

If I had called, and he had answered me, yet I wouldn't believe that he listened to my voice.

How much less shall I answer him, And choose my words to argue with him?

If it is a matter of strength, behold, he is mighty! If of justice, 'Who,' says he, 'will summon me?'

I am blameless. I don't respect myself. I despise my life.

"Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,

He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.

"Truly I know that it is so, but how can man be just with God?

Then Job answered,

He shakes the earth out of its place. Its pillars tremble.

The earth is given into the hand of the wicked. He covers the faces of its judges. If not he, then who is it?

He commands the sun, and it doesn't rise, and seals up the stars.

God who is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who has hardened himself against him, and prospered?

He removes the mountains, and they don't know it, when he overturns them in his anger.

"It is all the same. Therefore I say he destroys the blameless and the wicked.

If the scourge kills suddenly, he will mock at the trial of the innocent.

They have passed away as the swift ships, as the eagle that swoops on the prey.

If he is pleased to contend with him, he can't answer him one time in a thousand.

If I wash myself with snow, and cleanse my hands with lye,

I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.

I shall be condemned. Why then do I labor in vain?

If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;'

He alone stretches out the heavens, and treads on the waves of the sea.

There is no umpire between us, that might lay his hand on us both.

He makes the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, and the rooms of the south.

For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, that we should come together in judgment.

Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;

yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.

then I would speak, and not fear him, for I am not so in myself.