The LORD continued to respond to Job:
Will the one who disputes with the Almighty correct him? God's instructor must answer him.
Job responded to the LORD:
Look, I'm of little worth. What can I answer you? I'll put my hand over my mouth.
I have spoken once, I won't answer; twice, I won't do it again.
The LORD answered Job from the whirlwind:
Prepare yourself like a man; I will interrogate you, and you will respond to me.
Would you question my justice, deem me guilty so you can be innocent?
Or do you have an arm like God; can you thunder with a voice like him?
Adorn yourself with splendor and majesty; clothe yourself with honor and esteem.
Unleash your raging anger; look on all the proud and humble them.
Look on all the proud and debase them; trample the wicked in their place.
Hide them together in the dust; bind their faces in a hidden place.
Then I, even I, will praise you, for your strong hand has delivered you.
Look at Behemoth, whom I made along with you; he eats grass like cattle.
Look, his strength is in his thighs, his power in stomach muscles.
He stiffens his tail like a cedar; the tendons in his thighs are tightly woven.
His bones are like bronze tubes, his limbs like iron bars.
He is the first of God's acts; only his maker can come near him with a sword.
Indeed, the hills bring him tribute, places where all the wild animals play.
He lies under the lotuses, under the cover of reed and marsh.
The lotuses screen him with shade; poplars of the stream surround him.
If the river surges, he doesn't hurry; he is confident even though the Jordan gushes into his mouth.
Can he be seized by his eyes? Can anyone pierce his nose by hooks?