Job 40
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               Moreover YHWH answered Job, and said,
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               Shall he who cavils contend with the Almighty? He who argues with God, let him answer
                  it.
                  
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               Then Job answered YHWH, and said,
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               Behold, I am of small account; What shall I answer you? I lay my hand upon my mouth.
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               Once have I spoken, and I will not answer; Yea, twice, but I will proceed no further.
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               Then YHWH answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,
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               Gird up your loins now like a man: I will demand of you, and declare you to me.
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               Will you even annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?
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               Or have you an arm like God? And can you thunder with a voice like him?
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               Deck yourself now with excellency and dignity; And array yourself with honor and majesty.
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               Pour forth the overflowings of your anger; And look upon every one that is proud,
                  and abase him.
                  
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               Look on every one that is proud, [and] bring him low; And tread down the wicked where
                  they stand.
                  
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               Hide them in the dust together; Bind their faces in the hidden [place].
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               Then will I also confess of you That your own right hand can save you.
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               Behold now, behemoth, which I made as well as you; He eats grass as an ox.
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               Behold now, his strength is in his loins, And his force is in the muscles of his belly.
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               He moves his tail like a cedar: The sinews of his thighs are knit together.
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               His bones are [as] tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron.
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               He is the chief of the ways of God: He [only] that made him gives him his sword.
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               Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field do play.
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               He lies under the lotus-trees, In the covert of the reed, and the fen.
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               The lotus-trees cover him with their shade; The willows of the brook compass him about.
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               Behold, if a river overflow, he trembles not; He is confident, though a Jordan swell
                  even to his mouth.
                  
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               Shall any take him when he is on the watch, Or pierce through his nose with a snare?