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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then Job answered and said,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me 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 shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?

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.

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

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

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

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