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Is there any number to his armies? Upon whom does his light not arise?

Behold, even the moon is not bright and the stars are not clean in his sight;

He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not rent under them.

He covers the face of the moon, and spreads over it his cloud.

The pillars of heaven tremble, and are astounded at his rebuke.

By his power he stilled the sea; by his understanding he smote Rahab.

By his wind the heavens were made fair; his hand pierced the fleeing serpent.

Lo, these are but the outskirts of his ways; and how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?"

And Job again took up his discourse, and said:

For what is the hope of the godless when God cuts him off, when God takes away his life?

Will God hear his cry, when trouble comes upon him?

If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword; and his offspring have not enough to eat.

He goes to bed rich, but will do so no more; he opens his eyes, and his wealth is gone.

The east wind lifts him up and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.

"Man puts his hand to the flinty rock, and overturns mountains by the roots.

He cuts out channels in the rocks, and his eye sees every precious thing.

And Job again took up his discourse, and said:

when his lamp shone upon my head, and by his light I walked through darkness;

I broke the fangs of the unrighteous, and made him drop his prey from his teeth.

I chose their way, and sat as chief, and I dwelt like a king among his troops, like one who comforts mourners.