There is no darkness nor death-shade, For workers of iniquity to be hidden there;

Is not calamity to the perverse? And strangeness to workers of iniquity?

And he hath travelled for company With workers of iniquity, So as to go with men of wickedness.

And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.

Pillars of the heavens do tremble, And they wonder because of His rebuke.

Hear this, O Job, Stand and consider the wonders of God.

Dost thou know the balancings of a cloud? The wonders of the Perfect in knowledge?