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Job 40

Job Cannot Respond to God

or

Behold, Behemoth

based on Job 40
behold now, Behemoth
​Job 40:15

Then the Lord said to Job,

Will the one who contends with Almighty,
still instruct him on how things should be?
He who argues with God and thinks justice is flawed — 
let him now make his answer to me!

Then Job answered the Lord:

I'm unworthy and small.  I've no answers at all.
Now my hand on my mouth will I lay.
Once, an answer had I, but I will not reply;
even twice, nothing more will I say.​

Then the Lord answered Job from the whirlwind:

​Brace yourself like a man — I have questions,
let me hear what your answers will be.
Will you challenge my rule and condemn me so you'll
be more righteous and purer than me?

Is your arm like my arm — filled with power?
Can your voice roar with thunder like mine?
Then accept and embrace all your splendor and grace;
wear your honor and glory divine.

Let your anger give way to your fury;
let the proud know their end is at hand.
Find the haughty and vain, those with prideful disdain;
crush the wicked wherever they stand. 

Bury them in the dust all together;
and imprison them there in the grave. 
Then will I be contrite because you have been right:
by your own right hand you can be saved.

Like I made you, I fashioned Behemoth;
and he feeds upon grass like an ox.
 Note his powerful loins where his abdomen joins;
he has muscles as solid as rocks.

His stiff tail is as strong as a cedar;
and his thighs are like ropes tightly knit.
In his legs are firm bones that are strong as bronze cones;
every bone — as if iron's in it.

He is first among God's great creations,
yet his Maker, with sword, may come near.
And the hills produce yield while the beasts of the field
play beside him without any fear.

Under leaves of the lotus, he's hidden
in the shelter the marsh reeds have made.
He's concealed by the trees in the cool morning breeze
by the brook and the willow tree's shade.

Raging rivers don't worry Behemoth;
even Jordan's, when it overflows.
He will not let a snare take him down unaware,
or be led with a ring through his nose.​


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