JOB.
Chapter 38.
Then the Lord answered Job out of the storm. 
“Who is this that belittles my advice with words that do not show any knowledge ⌞about it⌟? 
Brace yourself like a man! I will ask you, and you will teach me. 
“Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me if you have ⌞such⌟ insight. 
Who determined its dimensions? Certainly, you know! Who stretched a measuring line over it? 
On what were its footings sunk? Who laid its cornerstone 
when the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy? 
“Who shut the sea behind gates when it burst through and came out of the womb, 
when I clothed it with clouds and wrapped it up in dark clouds, 
when I set a limit for it and put up bars and gates, 
when I said, ‘You may come this far but no farther. Here your proud waves will stop’? 
“Have you ever given orders to the morning or assigned a place for the dawn 
so that it could grab the earth by its edges and shake wicked people out of it? 
The earth changes like clay stamped by a seal, and ⌞parts of it⌟ stand out like ⌞folds in⌟ clothing. 
Wicked people are deprived of their light, and an arm raised ⌞in victory⌟ is broken. 
Have you gone to the springs in the sea or walked through the valleys of the ocean depths? 
Have the gateways to death been revealed to you, or have you seen the gateways to total darkness? 
Have you ⌞even⌟ considered how wide the earth is? Tell me, if you know all of this! 
“What is the way to the place where light lives? Where is the home of darkness 
so that you may lead it to its territory, so that you may know the path to its home? 
You must know because you were born then and have lived such a long time! 
Have you been to the warehouses where snow is stored or seen the warehouses for hail 
that I have stored up for the time of trouble, for the day of battle and war? 
Which is the way to the place where light is scattered and the east wind is spread across the earth? 
“Who made a channel for the flooding rains and a path for the thunderstorms 
to bring rain on a land where no one lives, on a desert where there are no humans, 
to saturate the desolate wasteland in order to make it sprout with grass? 
Does the rain have a father? Who gave birth to the dewdrops? 
From whose womb came the ice, and who has given birth to the frost in the air? 
The water hardens like a stone, and the surface of the ocean freezes over. 
“Can you connect the chains of the ⌞constellation⌟ Pleiades or untie the ropes of Orion? 
Can you bring out the constellations at the right time or guide Ursa Major with its cubs? 
Do you know the laws of the sky or make them rule the earth? 
Can you call to the clouds and have a flood of water cover you? 
Can you send lightning flashes so that they may go and say to you, ‘Here we are’? 
Who put wisdom in the heart or gave understanding to the mind? 
Who is wise enough to count the clouds or pour out the water jars of heaven 
when the dirt hardens into clumps and the soil clings together? 
“Can you hunt prey for the lioness and satisfy the hunger of her cubs 
as they crouch in their dens and lie ready to ambush from their lairs? 
“Who provides food for the crow when its young ones cry to God and wander around in need of food? 
