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Job40

The LORD challenges Job, asking if he intends to instruct the Almighty or condemn Him to be righteous. Humbled, Job confesses his vileness and resolves to speak no more, laying his hand upon his mouth. God then describes Behemoth, a creature of immense strength and size, as a testament to His unparalleled creative power.

God Challenges Job's Self-Justification

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And Jehovah doth answer Job, and saith: --
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Is the striver with the Mighty instructed? The reprover of God, let him answer it.
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And Job answereth Jehovah, and saith: --
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Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.
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Once I have spoken, and I answer not, And twice, and I add not.

The LORD Demands Job’s Answer

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And Jehovah answereth Job out of the whirlwind, and saith: --
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Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.
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Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?
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And an arm like God hast thou? And with a voice like Him dost thou thunder?
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Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.
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Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low.
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See every proud one--humble him, And tread down the wicked in their place.
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Hide them in the dust together, Their faces bind in secret.
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And even I--I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.

The Power of Behemoth

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Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.
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Lo, I pray thee, his power is in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.
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He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,
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His bones are tubes of brass, His bones are as a bar of iron.
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He is a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
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For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.
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Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.
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Cover him do shades, with their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.
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Lo, a flood oppresseth--he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.
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Before his eyes doth one take him, With snares doth one pierce the nose?
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