| Chapter 40 |
1 | Moreover Jehovah answered Job, and said,
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2 | Shall he that cavilleth contend with the Almighty? He that argueth with God, let him answer it.
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3 | Then Job answered Jehovah, and said,
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4 | Behold, I am of small account; What shall I answer thee? I lay my hand upon my mouth.
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5 | Once have I spoken, and I will not answer; Yea, twice, but I will proceed no further.
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6 | Then Jehovah answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,
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7 | Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.
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8 | Wilt thou even annul my judgment? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be justified?
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9 | Or hast thou an arm like God? And canst thou thunder with a voice like him?
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10 | Deck thyself now with excellency and dignity; And array thyself with honor and majesty.
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11 | Pour forth the overflowings of thine anger; And look upon every one that is proud, and abase him.
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12 | Look on every one that is proud, [and] bring him low; And tread down the wicked where they stand.
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13 | Hide them in the dust together; Bind their faces in the hidden [place].
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14 | Then will I also confess of thee That thine own right hand can save thee.
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15 | Behold now, behemoth, which I made as well as thee; He eateth grass as an ox.
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16 | Lo now, his strength is in his loins, And his force is in the muscles of his belly.
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17 | He moveth his tail like a cedar: The sinews of his thighs are knit together.
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18 | His bones are [as] tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron.
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19 | He is the chief of the ways of God: He [only] that made him giveth him his sword.
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20 | Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field do play.
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21 | He lieth under the lotus-trees, In the covert of the reed, and the fen.
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22 | The lotus-trees cover him with their shade; The willows of the brook compass him about.
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23 | Behold, if a river overflow, he trembleth not; He is confident, though a Jordan swell even to his mouth.
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24 | Shall any take him when he is on the watch, Or pierce through his nose with a snare?
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