To whom did you utter these words? And whose spirit has come forth from your mouth?

Who entrusted to him the earth? And who put him over the whole world?

Who has prescribed his ways for him? Or said to him, ‘You have done what is wicked’?

From whose womb does the ice emerge, and the frost from the sky, who gives birth to it,

Who by wisdom can count the clouds, and who can tip over the water jars of heaven,

Who let the wild donkey go free? Who released the bonds of the donkey,

If he snatches away, who can turn him back? Who dares to say to him, ‘What are you doing?’

“O that my words were written down, O that they were written on a scroll,

No one denounces his conduct to his face; no one repays him for what he has done.

Who set its measurements – if you know – or who stretched a measuring line across it?

Who has put wisdom in the heart, or has imparted understanding to the mind?

Who can uncover its outer covering? Who can penetrate to the inside of its armor?

If he comes by and confines you and convenes a court, then who can prevent him?

Who can make a clean thing come from an unclean? No one!

where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?

What man is like Job, who drinks derision like water!

But if God is quiet, who can condemn him? If he hides his face, then who can see him? Yet he is over the individual and the nation alike,

“If someone should attempt a word with you, will you be impatient? But who can refrain from speaking?

“Call now! Is there anyone who will answer you? To which of the holy ones will you turn?

“Oh that my request would be realized, and that God would grant me what I long for!