Then Iyov replied,
"What great help you bring to the powerless! what deliverance to the arm without strength!
Such wonderful advice for a man lacking wisdom! So much common sense you've expressed!
Who helped you to say these words? Whose spirit is it, coming forth from you?
"The ghosts of the dead tremble beneath the water, with its creatures.
Sh'ol is naked before him; Abaddon lies uncovered.
He stretches the north over chaos and suspends the earth on nothing.
He binds up the water in his thick clouds, yet no cloud is torn apart by it.
He shuts off the view of his throne by spreading his cloud across it.
He fixed a circle on the surface of the water, defining the boundary between light and dark.
The pillars of heaven tremble, aghast at his rebuke.
He stirs up the sea with his power, and by his skill he strikes down Rahav.
With his Spirit he spreads the heavens; his hand pierces the fleeing serpent.
And these are but the fringes of his ways; how faint the echo we hear of him! But who is able to grasp the meaning of his thundering power?"