But now, the sun cannot be looked at – it is bright in the skies – after a wind passed and swept the clouds away.

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

Have you ever in your life commanded the morning, or made the dawn know its place,

to cause it to rain on an uninhabited land, a desert where there are no human beings,

Is the wild ox willing to be your servant? Will it spend the night at your feeding trough?

Will you rely on it because its strength is great? Will you commit your labor to it?

She forgets that a foot might crush them, or that a wild animal might trample them.

And its young ones devour the blood, and where the dead carcasses are, there it is.”

“Will the one who contends with the Almighty correct him? Let the person who accuses God give him an answer!”

Would you indeed annul my justice? Would you declare me guilty so that you might be right?

Then I myself will acknowledge to you that your own right hand can save you.

“Look now at Behemoth, which I made as I made you; it eats grass like the ox.

If the river rages, it is not disturbed, it is secure, though the Jordan should surge up to its mouth.

Can you play with it, like a bird, or tie it on a leash for your girls?

If you lay your hand on it, you will remember the fight, and you will never do it again!

(Who has confronted me that I should repay? Everything under heaven belongs to me!)

Whoever strikes it with a sword will have no effect, nor with the spear, arrow, or dart.

Not so with the wicked! Instead they are like wind-driven chaff.

You make me happier than those who have abundant grain and wine.

Certainly you reward the godly, Lord. Like a shield you protect them in your good favor.