Job 38 :: Christian Standard Bible (CSB)

Then the Lord answered Job from the whirlwind. He said:

Who is this who obscures my counsel

with ignorant words?

Get ready to answer me like a man;

when I question you, you will inform me.

Where were you when I established the earth?

Tell me, if you have understanding.

Who fixed its dimensions? Certainly you know!

Who stretched a measuring line across it?

What supports its foundations?

Or who laid its cornerstone

while the morning stars sang together

and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

Who enclosed the sea behind doors

when it burst from the womb,

when I made the clouds its garment

and total darkness its blanket,

when I determined its boundaries

and put its bars and doors in place,

when I declared: “You may come this far, but no farther;

your proud waves stop here”?

Have you ever in your life commanded the morning

or assigned the dawn its place,

so it may seize the edges of the earth

and shake the wicked out of it?

The earth is changed as clay is by a seal;

its hills stand out like the folds of a garment.

Light is withheld from the wicked,

and the arm raised in violence is broken.

Have you traveled to the sources of the sea

or walked in the depths of the oceans?

Have the gates of death been revealed to you?

Have you seen the gates of deep darkness?

Have you comprehended the extent of the earth?

Tell me, if you know all this.

Where is the road to the home of light?

Do you know where darkness lives,

so you can lead it back to its border?

Are you familiar with the paths to its home?

Don’t you know? You were already born;

you have lived so long!

Have you entered the place where the snow is stored?

Or have you seen the storehouses of hail,

which I hold in reserve for times of trouble,

for the day of warfare and battle?

What road leads to the place where light is dispersed?

Where is the source of the east wind that spreads across the earth?

Who cuts a channel for the flooding rain

or clears the way for lightning,

to bring rain on an uninhabited land,

on a desert with no human life,

to satisfy the parched wasteland

and cause the grass to sprout?

Does the rain have a father?

Who fathered the drops of dew?

Whose womb did the ice come from?

Who gave birth to the frost of heaven

when water becomes as hard as stone,

and the surface of the watery depths is frozen?

Can you fasten the chains of the Pleiades

or loosen the belt of Orion?

Can you bring out the constellations in their season

and lead the Bear and her cubs?

Do you know the laws of heaven?

Can you impose its authority on earth?

Can you command the clouds

so that a flood of water covers you?

Can you send out lightning bolts, and they go?

Do they report to you: “Here we are”?

Who put wisdom in the heart

or gave the mind understanding?

Who has the wisdom to number the clouds?

Or who can tilt the water jars of heaven

when the dust hardens like cast metal

and the clods of dirt stick together?

Can you hunt prey for a lioness

or satisfy the appetite of young lions

when they crouch in their dens

and lie in wait within their lairs?

Who provides the raven’s food

when its young cry out to God

and wander about for lack of food?