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26.11 :The pillars of heaven tremble
 * And are astonished at His rebuke.
 * He stirreth up the sea with His power,
 * And by His understanding He smiteth through Rahab.
 * By His breath the heavens are serene;
 * His hand hath pierced the slant serpent.
 * Lo, these are but the outskirts of His ways;
 * And how small a whisper is heard of Him!
 * But the thunder of His mighty deeds who can understand?

And Job again took up his parable, and said:


 * As God liveth, who hath taken away my right;
 * And the Almighty, who hath dealt bitterly with me;
 * All the while my breath is in me
 * And the spirit of God is in my nostrils,
 * Surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness,
 * Neither shall my tongue utter deceit;
 * Far be it from me that I should justify you;
 * Till I die I will not put away mine integrity from me.
 * My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go;
 * My heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.


 * Let mine enemy be as the wicked,
 * And let him that riseth up against me be as the unrighteous.
 * For what is the hope of the godless, though he get him gain,
 * When God taketh away his soul?
 * Will God hear his cry,
 * When trouble cometh upon him?
 * Will he have his delight in the Almighty,
 * And call upon God at all times?
 * I will teach you concerning the hand of God;
 * That which is with the Almighty will I not conceal.
 * Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it;
 * Why then are ye become altogether vain?
 * This is the portion of a wicked man with God,
 * And the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from the Almighty.
 * If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword;
 * And his offspring shall not have bread enough.
 * Those that remain of him shall be buried by pestilence,
 * And his widows shall make no lamentation.
 * Though he heap up silver as the dust,
 * And prepare raiment as the clay;
 * He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on,
 * And the innocent shall divide the silver.
 * He buildeth his house as a moth,
 * And as a booth which the keeper maketh.
 * He lieth down rich, but there shall be nought to gather;
 * He openeth his eyes, and his wealth is not.
 * Terrors overtake him like waters;
 * A tempest stealeth him away in the night.
 * The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth;
 * And it sweepeth him out of his place.
 * Yea, it hurleth at him, and spareth not;
 * He would fain flee from its power.