40:1 Moreover Yahweh answered Job,
40:2 “Shall he who argues contend with the Almighty? He who argues with God, let him answer it.”
40:3 Then Job answered Yahweh,
40:4 “Behold, I am of small account. What shall I answer you? I lay my hand on my mouth.
40:5 I have spoken once, and I will not answer; Yes, twice, but I will proceed no further.”
40:6 Then Yahweh answered Job out of the whirlwind,
40:7 “Now brace yourself like a man. I will question you, and you will answer me.
40:8 Will you even annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?
40:9 Or do you have an arm like God? Can you thunder with a voice like him?
40:10 “Now deck yourself with excellency and dignity. Array yourself with honor and majesty.
40:11 Pour out the fury of your anger. Look at everyone who is proud, and bring him low.
40:12 Look at everyone who is proud, and humble him. Crush the wicked in their place.
40:13 Hide them in the dust together. Bind their faces in the hidden place.
40:14 Then I will also admit to you that your own right hand can save you.
40:15 “See now, behemoth, which I made as well as you. He eats grass as an ox.
40:16 Look now, his strength is in his thighs. His force is in the muscles of his belly.
40:17 He moves his tail like a cedar. The sinews of his thighs are knit together.
40:18 His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.
40:19 He is the chief of the ways of God. He who made him gives him his sword.
40:20 Surely the mountains produce food for him, where all the animals of the field play.
40:21 He lies under the lotus trees, in the covert of the reed, and the marsh.
40:22 The lotuses cover him with their shade. The willows of the brook surround him.
40:23 Behold, if a river overflows, he doesn’t tremble. He is confident, though the Jordan swells even to his mouth.
40:24 Shall any take him when he is on the watch, or pierce through his nose with a snare?
41:1 “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
41:2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
41:3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
41:4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
41:5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
41:6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
41:7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
41:8 Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
41:9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
41:10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
41:11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
41:12 “I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
41:13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
41:14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
41:15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
41:16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
41:17 They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
41:18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.
41:20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
41:21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
41:22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
41:23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.
41:24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
41:25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
41:26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
41:27 He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.
41:28 The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
41:29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
41:30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
41:31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
41:33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
41:34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”