Moff JOB Chapter 26

“What a help you are to poor God!

What a support to his failing powers!

What wise directions you can give to him,

out of your ample stores of knowledge!

Who helped you to such eloquence?

Who was it that inspired you?

He wields a dread authority,

he keeps the peace within high heaven.

His armies, who can number them?

Whom cannot he surprise and seize?

Then how can man be just before God?

How can a mortal man be pure?

To him the very moon is not unsullied,

the very stars are stained!

How much more that mere maggot, man,

that worm, a mortal man?

Before him the primaeval giants writhe,

under the ocean in their prison;

the underworld lies open to his eyes,

the nether regions are unveiled.

The northern skies he spreads o’er empty space,

and hangs the earth on nothing;

he wraps up water in his clouds,

and the clouds burst not under it;

he veils the face of the full moon,

spreading his cloud over it.

The dome of heaven he arched over the deep,

bounding the darkness from the light;

then swayed the pillars of the sky,

appalled at the thunder of his rebuke;

by his power he quelled the sea,

and by his wisdom he laid low the Dragon;

by his breath the skies were cleared,

and his hand maimed the swift cloud-monster.

And all this is the mere fringe of his force,

the faintest whisper we can hear of him!

Who knows then the full thunder of his power?”