When he pulls it out and it comes out of his back, the gleaming point out of his liver, terrors come over him.

Surely I would wear it proudly on my shoulder, I would bind it on me like a crown;

But if they are bound in chains, and held captive by the cords of affliction,

"Yes, God is great -- beyond our knowledge! The number of his years is unsearchable.

God thunders with his voice in marvelous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding.

when I made the storm clouds its garment, and thick darkness its swaddling band,

Can you bind the wild ox to a furrow with its rope, will it till the valleys, following after you?