Bible Verses About God

Hast thou known the statutes of heaven? Or dost thou appoint Its dominion in the earth?

Dost thou lift up to the cloud thy voice, And abundance of water doth cover thee?

Dost thou send out lightnings, and they go And say unto thee, `Behold us?'

Who hath put in the inward parts wisdom? Or who hath given To the covered part understanding?

Who doth number the clouds by wisdom? And the bottles of the heavens, Who doth cause to lie down,

In the hardening of dust into hardness, And clods cleave together?

Dost thou hunt for a lion prey? And the desire of young lions fulfil?

When they bow down in dens--Abide in a thicket for a covert?

Who doth prepare for a raven his provision, When his young ones cry unto God? They wander without food.

Hast thou known the time of The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? The bringing forth of hinds thou dost mark!

Thou dost number the months they fulfil? And thou hast known the time of their bringing forth!

They bow down, Their young ones they bring forth safely, Their pangs they cast forth.

Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.

Who hath sent forth the wild ass free? Yea, the bands of the wild ass who opened?

Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land,

He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.

The range of mountains is his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.

Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib?

Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow with his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?

Dost thou trust in him because great is his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour?

Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And to thy threshing-floor doth gather it ?

The wing of the rattling ones exulteth, Whether the pinion of the ostrich or hawk.

For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,

And she forgetteth that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field tread it down.

Her young ones it hath hardened without her, In vain is her labour without fear.