Then Job spoke again:
"How you have helped the powerless! How you have saved a person who has no strength!
How you have enlightened my stupidity! What wise things you have said!
Where have you gotten all these wise sayings? Whose spirit speaks through you?"
"The dead tremble in their place beneath the waters.
The underworld is naked in God's presence. There is no cover for the place of destruction.
God stretches the northern sky over empty space and hangs the earth on nothing.
He wraps the rain in his thick clouds, and the clouds do not burst with the weight.
He shrouds his throne with his clouds.
He created the horizon when he separated the waters; he set the boundaries for day and night.
The foundations of heaven tremble at his rebuke.
By his power the sea grew calm. By his skill he crushed the great sea monster.
His Spirit made the heavens beautiful, and his power pierced the gliding serpent."
"These are some of the minor things he does, merely a whisper of his power. Who can understand the thunder of his power?"