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He incloseth the face of his throne, And spreadeth his cloud upon it.

The pillars of heaven tremble And are astonished at his rebuke.

He stirreth up the sea with his power, And by his understanding he smiteth through Rahab.

By his Spirit the heavens are garnished; His hand hath pierced the swift 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 parable, and said,

For what is the hope of the godless, though he get him gain, When God taketh away his soul?

Will God hear his cry, When trouble cometh upon him?

If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword; And his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.

Those that remain of him shall be buried in death, And his widows shall make no lamentation.

He buildeth his house as the moth, And as a booth which the keeper maketh.

He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers; He openeth his eyes, and he is not.

The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth; And it sweepeth him out of his place.

For God shall hurl at him, and not spare: He would fain flee out of his hand.

Men shall clap their hands at him, And shall hiss him out of his place.

He putteth forth his hand upon the flinty rock; He overturneth the mountains by the roots.

He cutteth out channels among the rocks; And his eye seeth every precious thing.

And Job again took up his parable, and said,

When his lamp shined upon my head, And by his light I walked through darkness;

And I brake the jaws of the unrighteous, And plucked the prey out of his teeth.