Then Job said:
How well you have helped the weak, saved those with frail arms,
advised one lacking wisdom, informed many with insight!
With whom have you spoken; whose breath was expelled from you?
The dead writhe, the inhabitants beneath the waters as well.
The grave is naked before God; the underworld lacks covering.
He stretched the North over chaos, hung earth over nothing;
wrapped up water in his clouds, yet they didn't burst out below;
hid the face of the full moon, spreading his cloud over it;
traced a circle on the water's surface, at the limit of light and darkness.
Heaven's pillars shook, terrified by his blast.
By his power he stilled the Sea; split Rahab with his cleverness.
Due to his wind, heaven became clear; his hand split the fleeing serpent.
Look, these are only the outer fringe of his ways; we hear only a whispered word about him. Who can understand his thunderous power?