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| 40:1 | 
                                 
                                    And Jehovah doth answer Job, and saith: --
                                 
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| 40:2 | 
                                 
                                    Is the striver with the Mighty instructed? The reprover of God, let him answer it.
                                 
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| 40:3 | 
                                 
                                    And Job answereth Jehovah, and saith: --
                                 
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| 40:4 | 
                                 
                                    Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.
                                 
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| 40:5 | 
                                 
                                    Once I have spoken, and I answer not, And twice, and I add not.
                                 
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| 40:6 | 
                                 
                                    And Jehovah answereth Job out of the whirlwind, and saith: --
                                 
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| 40:7 | 
                                 
                                    Gird, I pray thee, as a man, thy loins, I ask thee, and cause thou Me to know.
                                 
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| 40:8 | 
                                 
                                    Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?
                                 
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| 40:9 | 
                                 
                                    And an arm like God hast thou? And with a voice like Him dost thou thunder?
                                 
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| 40:10 | 
                                 
                                    Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.
                                 
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| 40:11 | 
                                 
                                    Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low.
                                 
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| 40:12 | 
                                 
                                    See every proud one -- humble him, And tread down the wicked in their place.
                                 
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| 40:13 | 
                                 
                                    Hide them in the dust together, Their faces bind in secret.
                                 
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| 40:14 | 
                                 
                                    And even I -- I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.
                                 
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| 40:15 | 
                                 
                                    Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.
                                 
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| 40:16 | 
                                 
                                    Lo, I pray thee, his power [is] in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.
                                 
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| 40:17 | 
                                 
                                    He doth bend his tail as a cedar, The sinews of his thighs are wrapped together,
                                 
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| 40:18 | 
                                 
                                    His bones [are] tubes of brass, His bones [are] as a bar of iron.
                                 
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| 40:19 | 
                                 
                                    He [is] a beginning of the ways of God, His Maker bringeth nigh his sword;
                                 
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| 40:20 | 
                                 
                                    For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.
                                 
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| 40:21 | 
                                 
                                    Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.
                                 
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| 40:22 | 
                                 
                                    Cover him do shades, [with] their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.
                                 
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| 40:23 | 
                                 
                                    Lo, a flood oppresseth -- he doth not haste, He is confident though Jordan Doth come forth unto his mouth.
                                 
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| 40:24 | 
                                 
                                    Before his eyes doth [one] take him, With snares doth [one] pierce the nose?
                                 
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