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The foundations of heaven quake, astounded at His rebuke.

By His power He stirred the sea; by His understanding He shattered Rahab.

By His breath the skies were cleared; His hand pierced the fleeing serpent.

Indeed, these are but the fringes of His ways; how faint is the whisper we hear of Him! Who then can understand the thunder of His power?"

Job continued his discourse:

For what hope has the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?

Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?

Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food.

His survivors will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep for them.

what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and his silver will be divided by the innocent.

He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone.

The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.

It claps its hands at him and hisses him out of his place.

He hews out channels in the rocks, and his eyes spot every treasure.

And Job continued his discourse:

when His lamp shone above my head, and by His light I walked through the darkness,

I shattered the fangs of the unjust and snatched the prey from his teeth.

I chose their course and presided as chief. So I dwelt as a king among his troops, as a comforter of the mourners.

Yet no one stretches out his hand to a ruined man when he cries for help in his distress.

If my heart has been enticed by my neighbor's wife, or I have lurked at his door,