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Look, even the moon is not bright, and the stars are not pure in his sight.

He covers the face of the full moon; he spreads his cloud over it.

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

By his power he stilled the sea, and by his understanding he struck down Rahab.

By his breath the heavens were made clear; his hand pierced the fleeing snake.

Look, these are the outer fringes of his ways, and how faint is the word that we hear of him! But who can understand the thunder of his power?"

Then Job again took up his discourse and said,

for what is the hope of the godless when he cuts them off, when God takes away his life?

Will God hear his cry of distress when distress comes upon him?

If their children multiply, it is for the sword, and his offspring do not have enough to eat.

"He builds his house like the moth, and like a booth that a watchman has made.

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

The east wind lifts him up, and he is gone, and it sweeps him away from his place.

He puts his hand on the hard rock; he overturns mountains by the roots.

He cuts out tunnels in the rocks, and his eye sees every treasure.

Then Job again took up his discourse and said,

when his shining lamp was over my head— by his light I walked through darkness—

And I broke the evil one's jaw bones, and I made his prey drop from his teeth.

because he has loosened his bowstring and humbled me, and they have thrown off restraint in my presence.

"Surely someone must not send a hand against the needy when, in his misfortune, there is a cry of help for them.