What then shall I do when God rises up? When he visits, what shall I answer him?

Did not he who made me in the womb make him? Did not the same one fashion us in the womb?

"If I have rejoiced at the destruction of him who hated me, or lifted up myself when evil found him;

I would declare to him the number of my steps; as a prince would I go near to him.

Beware lest you say, 'We have found wisdom, God may refute him, not man;'

for he has not directed his words against me; neither will I answer him with your speeches.

Why do you strive against him, because he doesn't give account of any of his matters?

"If there is beside him an angel, an interpreter, one among a thousand, to show to man what is right for him;

then God is gracious to him, and says, 'Deliver him from going down to the pit, I have found a ransom.'

He prays to God, and he is favorable to him, so that he sees his face with joy. He restores to man his righteousness.

For the work of a man he will render to him, and cause every man to find according to his ways.

Who put him in charge of the earth? or who has appointed him over the whole world?

Shall even one who hates justice govern? Will you condemn him who is righteous and mighty??

because they turned aside from following him, and wouldn't pay attention to any of his ways,

so that they caused the cry of the poor to come to him. He heard the cry of the afflicted.

When he gives quietness, who then can condemn? When he hides his face, who then can see him? Alike whether to a nation, or to a man,

If you have sinned, what effect do you have against him? If your transgressions are multiplied, what do you do to him?

If you are righteous, what do you give him? Or what does he receive from your hand?

How much less when you say you do not see him. The cause is before him, and you wait for him.

If they listen and serve him, they shall spend their days in prosperity, and their years in pleasures.

Behold, God is exalted in his power. Who is a teacher like him?

Who has prescribed his way for him? Or who can say, 'You have committed unrighteousness?'

Behold, God is great, and we do not know him. The number of his years is unsearchable.

Behold, he spreads his light around him. He covers the bottom of the sea.

Its noise tells about him, and the livestock also concerning the storm that comes up.

Do you know the workings of the clouds, the wondrous works of him who is perfect in knowledge?

Can you, with him, spread out the sky, which is strong as a cast metal mirror?

Teach us what we shall tell him, for we can't make our case by reason of darkness.

Shall it be told him that I would speak? Or should a man wish that he were swallowed up?

Therefore men revere him. He doesn't regard any who are wise of heart."

Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?

Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your threshing floor?

Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.

The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.

"Shall he who argues contend with Shaddai? He who argues with God, let him answer it."

Or do you have an arm like God? Can you thunder with a voice like him?

Pour out the fury of your anger. Look at everyone who is proud, and bring him low.

Look at everyone who is proud, and humble him. Crush the wicked in their place.

He is the chief of the ways of God. He who made him gives him his sword.

Surely the mountains produce food for him, where all the animals of the field play.

The lotuses cover him with their shade. The willows of the brook surround him.

Shall any take him when he is on the watch, or pierce through his nose with a snare?

Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?

Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?

Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?

Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.

Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.

There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.

The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.

If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.

Now therefore, take to yourselves seven bulls and seven rams, and go to my servant Job, and offer up for yourselves a burnt offering; and my servant Job shall pray for you, for I will accept him, that I not deal with you according to your folly. For you have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job has."

Then came there to him all his brothers, and all his sisters, and all those who had been of his acquaintance before, and ate bread with him in his house. They comforted him, and consoled him concerning all the evil that the LORD had brought on him. Everyone also gave him a piece of money, and everyone a ring of gold.