The Lord answered Job, and said,

Shall he that contendeth with the Almighty instruct him?
he that reproveth God, let him answer it.

Job answered the Lord, and said,

Behold, I am vile; what shall I answer thee?
I will lay mine hand upon my mouth.

Once have I spoken; but I will not answer:
yea, twice; but I will proceed no further.

Then answered the Lord unto Job out of the whirlwind, and said,

Gird up thy loins now like a man:
I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.

Wilt thou also disannul my judgment?
wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be righteous?

Hast thou an arm like God?
or canst thou thunder with a voice like him?

Deck thyself now with majesty and excellency;
and array thyself with glory and beauty.

Cast abroad the rage of thy wrath:
and behold every one that is proud, and abase him.

Look on every one that is proud, and bring him low;
and tread down the wicked in their place.

Hide them in the dust together;
and bind their faces in secret.

Then will I also confess unto thee that thine own right hand can save thee.


Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee;
he eateth grass as an ox.

Lo now, his strength is in his loins,
and his force is in the navel of his belly.

He moveth his tail like a cedar:
the sinews of his stones are wrapped together.

His bones are as strong pieces of brass;
his bones are like bars of iron.

He is the chief of the ways of God:
he that made him can make his sword to approach unto him.

Surely the mountains bring him forth food,
where all the beasts of the field play.

He lieth under the shady trees,
in the covert of the reed, and fens.

The shady trees cover him with their shadow;
the willows of the brook compass him about.

Behold, he drinketh up a river, and hasteth not:
he trusteth that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth.

He taketh it with his eyes:
his nose pierceth through snares.


Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?

Canst thou put an hook into his nose?
or bore his jaw through with a thorn?

Will he make many supplications unto thee?
will he speak soft words unto thee?

Will he make a covenant with thee?
wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?

Wilt thou play with him as with a bird?
or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

Shall the companions make a banquet of him?
shall they part him among the merchants?

Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons?
or his head with fish spears?

Lay thine hand upon him,
remember the battle, do no more.

Behold, the hope of him is in vain:
shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

None is so fierce that dare stir him up:
who then is able to stand before me?

Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him?
whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

I will not conceal his parts,
nor his power, nor his comely proportion.

Who can discover the face of his garment?
or who can come to him with his double bridle?

Who can open the doors of his face?
his teeth are terrible round about.

His scales are his pride,
shut up together as with a close seal.

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

They are joined one to another,
they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

By his neesings a light doth shine,
and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

Out of his mouth go burning lamps,
and sparks of fire leap out.

Out of his nostrils goeth smoke,
as out of a seething pot or caldron.

His breath kindleth coals,
and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

In his neck remaineth strength,
and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

The flakes of his flesh are joined together:
they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

His heart is as firm as a stone;
yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid:
by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold:
the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

He esteemeth iron as straw,
and brass as rotten wood.

The arrow cannot make him flee:
slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

Darts are counted as stubble:
he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

Sharp stones are under him:
he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:
he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

He maketh a path to shine after him;
one would think the deep to be hoary.

Upon earth there is not his like,
who is made without fear.

He beholdeth all high things:
he is a king over all the children of pride.

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