The Bible (Old and New Testaments)

When the morning stars sang together, And all the sons of God shouted for joy?

Or [who] shut up the sea with doors, When it brake forth, [as if] it had issued out of the womb;

When I made clouds the garment thereof, And thick darkness a swaddling-band for it,

And marked out for it my bound, And set bars and doors,

And said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; And here shall thy proud waves be stayed?

Hast thou commanded the morning since thy days [began], [And] caused the dayspring to know its place;

That it might take hold of the ends of the earth, And the wicked be shaken out of it?

It is changed as clay under the seal; And [all things] stand forth as a garment:

And from the wicked their light is withholden, And the high arm is broken.

Hast thou entered into the springs of the sea? Or hast thou walked in the recesses of the deep?

Have the gates of death been revealed unto thee? Or hast thou seen the gates of the shadow of death?

Hast thou comprehended the earth in its breadth? Declare, if thou knowest it all.

Where is the way to the dwelling of light? And as for darkness, where is the place thereof,

That thou shouldest take it to the bound thereof, And that thou shouldest discern the paths to the house thereof?

[Doubtless], thou knowest, for thou wast then born, And the number of thy days is great!

Hast thou entered the treasuries of the snow, Or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail,

Which I have reserved against the time of trouble, Against the day of battle and war?

By what way is the light parted, Or the east wind scattered upon the earth?

Who hath cleft a channel for the waterflood, Or the way for the lightning of the thunder;

To cause it to rain on a land where no man is; On the wilderness, wherein there is no man;

To satisfy the waste and desolate [ground], And to cause the tender grass to spring forth?

Hath the rain a father? Or who hath begotten the drops of dew?

Out of whose womb came the ice? And the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it?

The waters hide themselves [and become] like stone, And the face of the deep is frozen.

Canst thou bind the cluster of the Pleiades, Or loose the bands of Orion?

Canst thou lead forth the Mazzaroth in their season? Or canst thou guide the Bear with her train?

Knowest thou the ordinances of the heavens? Canst thou establish the dominion thereof in the earth?

Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover thee?

Canst thou send forth lightnings, that they may go, And say unto thee, Here we are?

Who hath put wisdom in the inward parts? Or who hath given understanding to the mind?

Who can number the clouds by wisdom? Or who can pour out the bottles of heaven,

When the dust runneth into a mass, And the clods cleave fast together?

Canst thou hunt the prey for the lioness, Or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,

When they couch in their dens, [And] abide in the covert to lie in wait?

Who provideth for the raven his prey, When his young ones cry unto God, [And] wander for lack of food?

Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? [Or] canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?

Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?

They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their pains.

Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.

Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,

Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?

He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.

The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.

Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?

Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor?

Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather [the grain] of thy threshing-floor?

The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; [But] are they the pinions and plumage of love?

For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in the dust,

And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.

She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, [she is] without fear;

Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding.

What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider.

Hast thou given the horse [his] might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?

Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.

He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.

He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.

The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.

As oft as the trumpet [soundeth] he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth, [And] stretcheth her wings toward the south?

Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up, And maketh her nest on high?

On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home, Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.

Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.

Moreover Jehovah answered Job, and said,

Shall he that cavilleth contend with the Almighty? He that argueth with God, let him answer it.

Then Job answered Jehovah, and said,

Behold, I am of small account; what shall I answer thee? I lay my hand upon my mouth.

Once have I spoken, and I will not answer; Yea, twice, but I will proceed no further.

Then Jehovah answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,

Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.

Wilt thou even annul my judgment? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be justified?

Or hast thou an arm like God? And canst thou thunder with a voice like him?

Deck thyself now with excellency and dignity; And array thyself with honor and majesty.

Pour forth the overflowings of thine anger; And look upon every one that is proud, and abase him.

Look on every one that is proud, [and] bring him low; And tread down the wicked where they stand.

Hide them in the dust together; Bind their faces in the hidden [place].

Then will I also confess of thee That thine own right hand can save thee.

Behold now, behemoth, which I made as well as thee; He eateth grass as an ox.

Lo now, his strength is in his loins, And his force is in the muscles of his belly.

He moveth his tail like a cedar: The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

His bones are [as] tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron.

He is the chief of the ways of God: He [only] that made him giveth him his sword.

Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field do play.

He lieth under the lotus-trees, In the covert of the reed, and the fen.

The lotus-trees cover him with their shade; The willows of the brook compass him about.

Behold, if a river overflow, he trembleth not; He is confident, though a Jordan swell even to his mouth.

Shall any take him when he is on the watch, Or pierce through his nose with a snare?

Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?

Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

Will the bands [of fishermen] make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?

Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?

Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.

Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?

Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine.