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Saturday, January 25, 2025

Chapter 38: The Lord answers from a whirlwind

The Book of Job (part of the Kethubim / "Writings"

section of the Tanak - Hebrew Bible) mostly

poetry - dialogue speeches - but also narrative

for beginning and concluding chapters.

This 21st century translation is from the

Common English Bible (CEB), its

study Bible with notes published in 2013.

Then the Lord answered Job

from the whirlwind:

Who is this darkening counsel

with words lacking knowledge?

Prepare yourself like a man:

I will interrogate you, and you

will respond to me.

Where were you when I laid

the earth's foundations?  Tell

me if you know.

Who set its measurements?

Surely you know.  Who stretched

a measuring tape on it?  On

what were its footings sunk;

who laid its cornerstone, while

the morning stars sang in unison

and all the Divine beings shouted?

Who enclosed the Sea [Hebrew "YAM"]

behind doors when it burst forth

from the womb, when I made the

clouds its garment, the dense clouds

its wrap, when I imposted my

limit for it, put on a bar and doors

and said, 'You may come this far,

no farther; here your proud waves

stop'?

In your lifetime have you commanded

the morning, informed the dawn of 

its place so it would take hold of 

earth by its edges and shake the

wicked out of it?

Do you turn it over like clay

for a seal, so it stands out like

a colorful garment?  Light is

withheld from the wicked, the

uplifted arm broken.

Have you gone to the sea's

sources, walked in the chamber

of the deep?  Have death's gates

been revealed to you; can you see

the gates of deep darkness?

Have you surveyed earth's expanse?

Tell me if you know everything about

it.  Where's the road to the place

where light dwells; darkness, 

where's it located?  Can you take

it to its territory; do you know

the way to its house?  You know, 

for you were born then; you have

lived such a long time / the number

of your days is many!

Have you gone to snow's store-

houses, seen the storehouses of

hail that I have reserved for a

time of distress, for a day of

battle and war?

What is the way to the place

where light is divided up; the east

wind scattered over earth?

Who cut a channel for the

downpours and a way for blasts

of thunder to bring water to

uninhabited land, a desert with

no human to saturate dry waste-

land and make grass sprout?

Has the rain a father who

brought forth drops of dew?

From whose belly does ice

come:  who gave birth to

heaven's frost?  Water hardens

like stone; the surface of the deep

thickens.  Can you bind Pleiades'

chain or loosen the reins of Orion?

Can you guide the stars at their

proper times, lead the Bear with

her cubs?  Do you know heaven's

laws, or can you impose its rule

on earth?  Can you issue an order

to the clouds so their abundant

waters cover you?  Can you send

lightning so that it goes and

then says to you, 'I'm here'?

Who put wisdom in remote places,

and who gave understanding to

a rooster?  Who is wise enough

to count the clouds and who can

tilt heaven's water containers

so that dust becomes mud

and clouds of dirt adhere?

Can you hunt prey for the lion

or fill the cravings of lion cubs?

They lie in their den, lie in ambush

in their lair.  Who provides food

for the raven, when its young

cry to God, move about without food?

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