Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Or have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?

Have you comprehended the earth in its breadth? Declare, if you know it all.

"What is the way to the dwelling of light? As for darkness, where is its place,

Surely you know, for you were born then, and the number of your days is great.

Have you entered the treasuries of the snow, or have you seen the treasures of the hail,

which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war?

Does the rain have a father? Or who fathers the drops of dew?

Out of whose womb came the ice? The gray frost of the sky, who has given birth to it?

The waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen.

"Can you bind the cluster of the Pleiades, or loosen the cords of Orion?

Do you know the laws of the heavens? Can you establish its dominion over the earth?

"Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover you?

Who can number the clouds by wisdom? Or who can pour out the bottles of the sky,

when the dust runs into a mass, and the clods of earth stick together?

"Can you hunt the prey for the lioness, or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,

Who provides for the raven his prey, when his young ones cry to God, and wander for lack of food?

"Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,

He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.

The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.

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

"The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; but are they the feathers and plumage of love?

She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,

because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.

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

He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, 'Aha.' He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.

"Behold, I am of small account. What shall I answer you? I lay my hand on my mouth.

Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind,

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

Look now, his strength is in his thighs. His force is in the muscles of his belly.

He moves his tail like a cedar. The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.

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.

He lies under the lotus trees, in the covert of the reed, and the marsh.

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

Behold, if a river overflows, he doesn't tremble. He is confident, though the Jordan swells even to his mouth.

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

Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.

His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.

Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

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.

Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."

"I know that you can do all things, and that no purpose of yours can be restrained.

I had heard of you by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees you.

It was so, that after the LORD had spoken these words to Job, the LORD said to Eliphaz the Temanite, "My wrath is kindled against you, and against your two friends; for you have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job has.

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."

The LORD turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends. The LORD gave Job twice as much as he had before.

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.

So the LORD blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning. He had fourteen thousand sheep, six thousand camels, one thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand female donkeys.

He called the name of the first, Jemimah; and the name of the second, Keziah; and the name of the third, Keren Happuch.

In all the land were no women found so beautiful as the daughters of Job. Their father gave them an inheritance among their brothers.

So Job died, being old and full of days.