Post by 1MAM4f…iohE

That alone stretcheth out the heavens, And treadeth upon the waves of the sea;

Then Job answered and said,

`He is' wise in heart, and mighty in strength: Who hath hardened himself against him, and prospered?-

That doeth great things past finding out, Yea, marvellous things without number.

Lo, he goeth by me, and I see him not: He passeth on also, but I perceive him not.

If he be pleased to contend with him, He cannot answer him one of a thousand.

That shaketh the earth out of its place, And the pillars thereof tremble;

`Him' that removeth the mountains, and they know it not, When he overturneth them in his anger;

Of a truth I know that it is so: But how can man be just with God?

That maketh the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, And the chambers of the south;

Behold, he seizeth `the prey', who can hinder him? Who will say unto him, What doest thou?

That commandeth the sun, and it riseth not, And sealeth up the stars;

How much less shall I answer him, And choose out my words `to reason' with him?

Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer; I would make supplication to my judge.

If I had called, and he had answered me, Yet would I not believe that he hearkened unto my voice.

God will not withdraw his anger; The helpers of Rahab do stoop under him.

For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.

If I wash myself with snow water, And make my hands never so clean;

For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, That we should come together in judgment.

There is no umpire betwixt us, That might lay his hand upon us both.

Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,

It is all one; therefore I say, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.

Let him take his rod away from me, And let not his terror make me afraid:

He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.

If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my `sad' countenance, and be of good cheer;

If we speak' of strength, lo, he is' mighty! And if of justice, Who, `saith he', will summon me?

I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?

I am perfect; I regard not myself; I despise my life.

They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.

Though I be righteous, mine own mouth shall condemn me: Though I be perfect, it shall prove me perverse.

Yet wilt thou plunge me in the ditch, And mine own clothes shall abhor me.

Then would I speak, and not fear him; For I am not so in myself.

If the scourge slay suddenly, He will mock at the trial of the innocent.

The earth is given into the hand of the wicked; He covereth the faces of the judges thereof: If it be' not he', who then is it?

I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.