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

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?

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!

“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!

He is wise in heart and mighty in strength – who has resisted him and remained safe?

If it is a matter of strength, most certainly he is the strong one! And if it is a matter of justice, he will say, ‘Who will summon me?’

But if only God would speak, if only he would open his lips against you,

If only you would keep completely silent! For you, that would be wisdom.