My heart pounds at this and leaps from my chest.
Just listen to His thunderous voice and the rumbling that comes from His mouth.
He lets it loose beneath the entire sky; His lightning to the ends of the earth.
Then there comes a roaring sound; God thunders with His majestic voice. He does not restrain the lightning when His [rumbling] voice is heard.
God thunders marvelously with His voice; He does great things that we cannot comprehend.
For He says to the snow, "Fall to the earth," and the torrential rains, His mighty torrential rains,
serve as His signature to all mankind, so that all men may know His work.
The wild animals enter [their] lairs and stay in their dens.
The windstorm comes from its chamber, and the cold from the driving north winds.
Ice is formed by the breath of God, and watery expanses are frozen.
He saturates clouds with moisture; He scatters His lightning through them.
They swirl about, turning round and round at His direction, accomplishing everything He commands them over the surface of the inhabited world.
He causes this to happen for punishment, for His land, or for His faithful love.
Listen to this, Job. Stop and consider God's wonders.
Do you know how God directs His clouds or makes their lightning flash?
Do you understand how the clouds float, those wonderful works of Him who has perfect knowledge?
You whose clothes get hot when the south wind brings calm to the land,
can you help God spread out the skies as hard as a cast metal mirror?
Teach us what we should say to Him; we cannot prepare [our case] because of our darkness.
Should He be told that I want to speak? Can a man speak when he is confused?
Now men cannot [even] look at the sun when it is in the skies, after a wind has swept through and cleared them away.
Yet out of the north He comes, [shrouded] in a golden [glow]; awesome majesty surrounds Him.
The Almighty-- we cannot reach Him-- He is exalted in power! In His justice and righteousness, He will not oppress.
Therefore, men fear Him. He does not look favorably on any who are wise in heart.
Then the LORD answered Job from the whirlwind. He said:
Who is this who obscures [My] counsel with ignorant words?
Get ready to answer Me like a man; when I question you, you will inform Me.
Where were you when I established the earth? Tell [Me], if you have understanding.
Who fixed its dimensions? Certainly you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it?
What supports its foundations? Or who laid its cornerstone
while the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Who enclosed the sea behind doors when it burst from the womb,
when I made the clouds its garment and thick darkness its blanket,
when I determined its boundaries and put [its] bars and doors in place,
when I declared: "You may come this far, but no farther; your proud waves stop here"?
Have you ever in your life commanded the morning or assigned the dawn its place,
so it may seize the edges of the earth and shake the wicked out of it?
The earth is changed as clay is by a seal; [its hills] stand out like [the folds of] a garment.
Light is withheld from the wicked, and the arm raised [in violence] is broken.
Have you traveled to the sources of the sea or walked in the depths of the oceans?
Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Have you seen the gates of death's shadow?
Have you comprehended the extent of the earth? Tell [Me], if you know all this.
Where is the road to the home of light? [Do you know] where darkness lives,
so you can lead it back to its border? Are you familiar with the paths to its home?
Don't you know? You were already born; you have lived so long!
Have you entered the [place] where the snow is stored? Or have you seen the storehouses of hail,
which I hold in reserve for times of trouble, for the day of warfare and battle?
What road leads to [the place] where light is dispersed? [Where is the source of] the east wind that spreads across the earth?
Who cuts a channel for the flooding rain or clears the way for lightning,
to bring rain on an uninhabited land, [on] a desert with no human life,
to satisfy the parched wasteland and cause the grass to sprout?
Does the rain have a father? Who fathered the drops of dew?
Whose womb did the ice come from? Who gave birth to the frost of heaven
when water becomes as hard as stone, and the surface of the watery depths is frozen?
Can you fasten the chains of the Pleiades or loosen the belt of Orion?
Can you bring out the constellations in their season and lead the Bear and her cubs?
Do you know the laws of heaven? Can you impose its authority on earth?
Can you command the clouds so that a flood of water covers you?
Can you send out lightning bolts, and they go? Do they report to you: "Here we are"?
Who put wisdom in the heart or gave the mind understanding?
Who has the wisdom to number the clouds? Or who can tilt the water jars of heaven
when the dust hardens like cast metal and the clods [of dirt] stick together?
Can you hunt prey for a lioness or satisfy the appetite of young lions
when they crouch in their dens and lie in wait within their lairs?
Who provides the raven's food when its young cry out to God and wander about for lack of food?
Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the deer in labor?
Can you count the months they are pregnant so you can know the time they give birth?
They crouch down to give birth to their young; they deliver their newborn.
Their offspring are healthy and grow up in the open field. They leave and do not return.
Who set the wild donkey free? Who released the swift donkey from its harness?
I made the wilderness its home, and the salty wasteland its dwelling.
It scoffs at the noise of the village and never hears the shouts of a driver.
It roams the mountains for its pastureland, searching for anything green.
Would the wild ox be willing to serve you? Would it spend the night by your feeding trough?
Can you hold the wild ox by its harness to the furrow? Will it plow the valleys behind you?
Can you depend on it because of its strength? Would you leave it to do your hard work?
Can you trust the wild ox to harvest your grain and bring [it] to your threshing floor?
The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but are her feathers and plumage like the stork's?
She abandons her eggs on the ground and lets them be warmed in the sand.
She forgets that a foot may crush them or that some wild animal may trample them.
She treats her young harshly, as if [they] were not her own, with no fear that her labor may have been in vain.
For God has deprived her of wisdom; He has not endowed her with understanding.
When she proudly spreads her wings, she laughs at the horse and its rider.
Do you give strength to the horse? Do you adorn his neck with a mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust? His proud snorting [fills one with] terror.
He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; He charges into battle.
He laughs at fear, since he is afraid of nothing; he does not run from the sword.
A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and a lance.
He charges ahead with trembling rage; he cannot stand still at the trumpet's sound.
When the trumpet blasts, he snorts defiantly. He smells the battle from a distance; he hears the officers' shouts and the battle cry.
Does the hawk take flight by your understanding and spread its wings to the south?
Does the eagle soar at your command and make its nest on high?
It lives on a cliff where it spends the night; its stronghold is on a rocky crag.
From there it searches for prey; its eyes penetrate the distance.
Its brood gulps down blood, and wherever corpses lie, it is there.