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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 breath the heavens are serene; His hand hath pierced the slant serpent.

Lo, these are but the outskirts of His ways; and how small a whisper is heard of Him!

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?

Will he have his delight in the Almighty, and call upon God at all times?

If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword; and his offspring shall not have bread enough.

Those that remain of him shall be buried by pestilence, and his widows shall make no lamentation.

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

He lieth down rich, but there shall be not to gather; he openeth his eyes, and his wealth is not.

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

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 above my head, and by His light I walked through darkness;

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

Surely none shall put forth his hand to a ruinous heap, neither because of these things shall help come in one's calamity,