he gives rain on the earth, and sends water on the fields;

You overpower him once for all, and he departs; you change his appearance and send him away.

Can you send out lightning bolts, and they go? Will they say to you, ‘Here we are’?

“While he is filling his belly, God sends his burning anger against him, and rains down his blows upon him.

Now his sons used to go and hold a feast in the house of each one in turn, and they would send and invite their three sisters to eat and to drink with them.

When the days of their feasting were finished, Job would send for them and sanctify them; he would get up early in the morning and offer burnt offerings according to the number of them all. For Job thought, “Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.” This was Job’s customary practice.

They allow their children to run like a flock; their little ones dance about.

If he holds back the waters, then they dry up; if he releases them, they destroy the land.

Under the whole heaven he lets it go, even his lightning to the far corners of the earth.

He deprives the leaders of the earth of their understanding; he makes them wander in a trackless desert waste.

On my right the young rabble rise up; they drive me from place to place, and build up siege ramps against me.

I know that you are bringing me to death, to the meeting place for all the living.

Yes, you would gamble for the fatherless, and auction off your friend.

then you scare me with dreams and terrify me with visions,

He shatters the great without inquiry, and sets up others in their place.

He draws up drops of water; they distill the rain into its mist,

With his hands he covers the lightning, and directs it against its target.

The breath of God produces ice, and the breadth of the waters freeze solid.

He loads the clouds with moisture; he scatters his lightning through the clouds.

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