who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?

"If someone ventures to talk with you, will you be grieved? But who can withhold himself from speaking?

who does great things that can't be fathomed, marvelous things without number;

He frustrates the devices of the crafty, So that their hands can't perform their enterprise.

Can that which has no flavor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

Is there injustice on my tongue? Can't my taste discern mischievous things?

"Can the papyrus grow up without mire? Can the rushes grow without water?

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

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

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

Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.

"Can you fathom the mystery of God? Or can you probe the limits of the Almighty?

They are high as heaven. What can you do? They are deeper than Sheol. What can you know?

If he passes by, or confines, or convenes a court, then who can oppose him?

Behold, he breaks down, and it can't be built again. He imprisons a man, and there can be no release.

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one.

Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with you, and you have appointed his bounds that he can't pass;

Should he reason with unprofitable talk, or with speeches with which he can do no good?

He has walled up my way so that I can't pass, and has set darkness in my paths.

So how can you comfort me with nonsense, because in your answers there remains only falsehood?"

"Can a man be profitable to God? Surely he who is wise is profitable to himself.

or darkness, so that you can not see, and floods of waters cover you.

You say, 'What does God know? Can he judge through the thick darkness?

who said to God, 'Depart from us;' and, 'What can the Almighty do for us?'

"If I go east, he is not there; if west, I can't find him;

He works to the north, but I can't see him. He turns south, but I can't catch a glimpse of him.

But he stands alone, and who can oppose him? What his soul desires, even that he does.

Can his armies be counted? On whom does his light not arise?

How then can man be just with God? Or how can he who is born of a woman be clean?

Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways. How small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?"

It can't be gotten for gold, neither shall silver be weighed for its price.

It can't be valued with the gold of Ophir, with the precious onyx, or the sapphire.

Gold and glass can't equal it, neither shall it be exchanged for jewels of fine gold.

For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because his majesty, I can do nothing.

if the men of my tent have not said, 'Who can find one who has not been filled with his meat?'

If you can, answer me. Set your words in order before me, and stand forth.

His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.

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,

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

Yes, can any understand the spreading of the clouds, and the thunderings of his pavilion?

God thunders marvelously with his voice. He does great things, which we can't comprehend.

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.

We can't reach the Almighty. He is exalted in power. In justice and great righteousness, he will not oppress.

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

Can you lead forth the constellations in their season? Or can you guide the Bear with her cubs?

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?

Can you send forth lightnings, that they may go? Do they report to you, 'Here we are?'

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

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

Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?

Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?

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

Then I will also admit to you that your own right hand can save you.

"Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?

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

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.

One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.

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.

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