God

He covers the face of the full moon, spreading over it His cloud.

The foundations of heaven quake, astounded at His rebuke.

By His power He stirred the sea; by His understanding He shattered Rahab.

By His breath the skies were cleared; His hand pierced the fleeing serpent.

Indeed, these are but the fringes of His ways; how faint is the whisper we hear of Him! Who then can understand the thunder of His power?”

“As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice— the Almighty, who has embittered my soul—

as long as my breath is still within me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils,

I will never say that you are right; I will maintain my integrity until I die.

For what is the hope of the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?

Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?

Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times?

I will instruct you in the power of God. I will not conceal the ways of the Almighty.

This is the wicked man’s portion from God— the heritage the ruthless receive from the Almighty.

It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power.

The miner strikes the flint; he overturns mountains at their base.

He hews out channels in the rocks, and his eyes spot every treasure.

He stops up the sources of the streams to bring what is hidden to light.

But God understands its way, and He knows its place.

For He looks to the ends of the earth and sees everything under the heavens.

When God fixed the weight of the wind and measured out the waters,

when He set a limit for the rain and a path for the thunderbolt,

then He looked at wisdom and appraised it; He established it and searched it out.

And He said to man, ‘Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom, and to turn away from evil is understanding.’”

“How I long for the months gone by, for the days when God watched over me,

when His lamp shone above my head, and by His light I walked through the darkness,