en_ulb/18-JOB/40.usfm

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\c 40
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\v 1 Yahweh continued to speak to Job; he said,
\q
\v 2 "Should anyone who wishes to criticize try to correct the Almighty?
\q He who argues with God, let him answer."

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\v 3 Then Job answered Yahweh and said,
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\v 4 "See, I am insignificant; how can I answer you?
\q I put my hand over my mouth.
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\v 5 I spoke once, and I will not answer;
\q indeed, twice, but I will proceed no further."

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\v 6 Then Yahweh answered Job out of a fierce storm and said,
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\v 7 "Now gird up your loins like a man,
\q for I will ask you questions, and you must answer me.

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\v 8 Will you actually say that I am unjust?
\q Will you condemn me so you may claim you are right?
\q
\v 9 Do you have an arm like God's?
\q Can you thunder with a voice like him?
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\v 10 Now clothe yourself in glory and dignity;
\q array yourself in honor and majesty.
\q
\v 11 Scatter around the excess of your anger;
\q look at everyone who is proud and bring him down.

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\v 12 Look at everyone who is proud and bring him low;
\q trample down wicked people where they stand.
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\v 13 Bury them in the earth together;
\q imprison their faces in the hidden place.
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\v 14 Then will I also acknowledge about you
\q that your own right hand can save you.
\b

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\v 15 Look now at the behemoth, which I made as well as I made you;
\q he eats grass like an ox.
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\v 16 See now, his strength is in his loins;
\q his power is in his belly's muscles.

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\v 17 It makes its tail like a cedar;
\q its thighs' muscles are joined together.
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\v 18 Its bones are like tubes of bronze;
\q its legs are like bars of iron.
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\v 19 It is the chief of the creatures of God.
\q Only God, who made it, can defeat it.
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\v 20 For the hills provide it with food;
\q the beasts of the field play nearby.
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\v 21 It lies under the lotus plants
\q in the shelter of the reeds, in the marshes.

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\v 22 The lotus plants cover it with their shade;
\q the willows of the brook are all around it.
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\v 23 See, if a river floods its banks, it does not tremble;
\q it is confident, though a Jordan River should surge up to its snout.
\q
\v 24 Can anyone capture it with a hook,
\q or pierce its nose through with a snare?