defiantly charging against him with a thick, strong shield!

But he is unchangeable, and who can change him? Whatever he has desired, he does.

whose heart did not bless me as he warmed himself with the fleece of my sheep,

if the members of my household have never said, ‘If only there were someone who has not been satisfied from Job’s meat!’ –

It paws the ground in the valley, exulting mightily, it goes out to meet the weapons.

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

(40:25) “Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook, and tie down its tongue with a rope?

Smoke streams from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning rushes.

With Job’s three friends he was also angry, because they could not find an answer, and so declared Job guilty.

whose trust is in something futile, whose security is a spider’s web.

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

“Does the wild donkey bray when it is near grass? Or does the ox low near its fodder?

But man dies and is powerless; he expires – and where is he?

The house he builds is as fragile as a moth’s cocoon, like a hut that a watchman has made.

For to the snow he says, ‘Fall to earth,’ and to the torrential rains, ‘Pour down.’

in whose hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all the human race.

And when he is carried to the tombs, and watch is kept over the funeral mound,

“Is it by your understanding that the hawk soars, and spreads its wings toward the south?

Is it at your command that the eagle soars, and builds its nest on high?

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