Job 40:8-Job 41:34 - Yahweh Interrogates Job Again

⁸ Wilt thou even frustrate my justice? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest appear right? ⁹ But if, an arm like GOD, thou hast, and, with a voice like his, thou canst thunder,

¹⁰ Deck thyself, I pray thee, with majesty and grandeur, Yea, with dignity and splendour, thou shalt clothe thyself; ¹¹ Pour out thy transports of anger, and look on every one who is high, and lay him low; ¹² Look on every one who is high, and humble him, yea tread down the lawless, on the spot: ¹³ Hide them in the dust all together, Their faces, bind thou in darkness; ¹⁴ And, even I myself, will praise thee, in that thine own right hand can bring thee salvation.

¹⁵ Behold, I pray thee, the Hippopotamus, which I made with thee, Grass - like the ox, he eateth; ¹⁶ Behold, I pray thee, his strength in his loins, and his force, in the muscles of his belly; ¹⁷ He bendeth down his tail like a cedar, the sinews of his thighs, are twisted together; ¹⁸ His bones, are barrels of bronze, his frame, is like hammered bars of iron: ¹⁹ He, is the beginning of the ways of GOD, Let his maker, present him his sword: ²⁰ Surely the mountains bring, produce, to him, where, all the wild beasts of the field, do play; ²¹ Under the lotus-trees, he lieth down, in a covert of reed and swamp; ²² The lotus-trees cover him with their shade, the willows of the torrent-bed compass him about; ²³ Lo! the river becometh insolent - he is not alarmed! He is confident, though a Jordan burst forth to his mouth: ²⁴ Before his eyes, shall he be caught? With a hook, can one pierce his nose?

¹ Canst thou draw out the Crocodile with a fish-hook? Or, with a cord, canst thou fasten down his tongue? ² Wilt thou put a rush-cord on his nose? or, with a thorn, wilt thou pierce his jaw? ³ Will he multiply unto thee supplications, or will he speak unto thee softly? ⁴ Will he solemnise a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him for a life-long servant? ⁵ Wilt thou sport with him, as with a little bird? Or wilt thou bind him, for thy maidens? ⁶ Shall the companions bargain over him? or will they part him among the traders? ⁷ Wilt thou fill, with darts, his skin? or, with fish-spears, his head? ⁸ Lay thou upon him thy hand, remember the battle - no more! ⁹ Lo! any hope of him, hath been found deceptive, Even at the sight of him, shall not one be overwhelmed? ¹⁰ None so bold, that he will rouse him! Who then is he that, before me, can stand? ¹¹ Who hath forestalled me, that I may repay him? Under all the heavens, mine it is!

¹² I will not pass by in silence his parts, or the matter of strength, or the grace of his armour. ¹³ Who hath removed his outer garment, through his double row of teeth, who would enter? ¹⁴ The doors of his face, who hath opened? The circles of his teeth, are a terror! ¹⁵ A pride, are his arched sides, closed up, with a firm seal; ¹⁶ One to another, they join, and, air, cannot enter between them; ¹⁷ Each to its fellow, they cleave, they grasp each other, and cannot be parted; ¹⁸ His sneezings, flash forth light, and, his eyes, are like the eyelashes of the dawn; ¹⁹ Out of his mouth, torches dart forth, sparks of fire, escape; ²⁰ Out of his nostrils, proceedeth smoke, like a blown pot and rushes; ²¹ His breath, setteth coals ablaze, and, a flame, out of his mouth, proceedeth; ²² In his neck, lodgeth strength, and, before him, danceth dismay; ²³ The dewlaps of his flesh, cleave together, hardened upon him, they cannot be moved; ²⁴ His heart, is hardened like a stone, yea hardened, like the nether millstone; ²⁵ At his rising up, mighty men are afraid, by reason of terror, they are beside themselves: ²⁶ As for him that assaileth him, the sword availeth not, spear, dart, or coat of mail: ²⁷ He counteth iron as broken straw, and bronze as rotten wood: ²⁸ The arrow, will not make him flee, Into chaff, are sling-stones changed by him: ²⁹ As a straw, is a club accounted, and he laugheth at the whir of the javelin; ³⁰ His underparts, are points of potsherd, a pointed threshing roller spreadeth out upon the slime: ³¹ He causeth to boil, as a cauldron, the raging deep, the sea, he maketh like a brewing vessel: ³² After him, he lighteth up a path, one might think the resounding deep to be hoary! ³³ There is not - upon the dust - his like, that hath been made to be without fear; ³⁴ Every thing lofty, he beholdeth, he, is king over all ravenous beasts.