Listen; listen to the roar of His voice
Rumbling like thunder over the earth
He says to the snow ‘fall’ and to the rain ‘pour’
Halting men’s labor as elements roar
And the animal takes cover in its den
His breath produces ice, He scatters lightning
At His direction they swirl where He commands from above
He waters this world to punish or love
Listen oh man, and consider his wonder
How He controls clouds, the lightning and thunder
As the south wind is hushed, you sweat in your clothes
Like the splendor of the sun His majesty glows
Exalted in power; in His righteousness
Mankind reveres Him; He does not oppress
Who darkens His counsel without understanding?
Who is above His supreme commanding?
Where were you when he laid the earth’s foundation?
Who laid the cornerstone of creation?
Who shuts up the sea and bars the door
Where proud waves halt; who marks the shore?
Has ever a man shown the dawn its place?
Or touched the spring of the sea, treading its deep recess?
Have we seen the gates of the shadow of death?
Can we comprehend the vast expanses of earth?
Or tell Him where darkness and light reside
The snow and the hail; can we decide
Who fathers the rain or the drops of dew?
If you speak to the clouds, will they listen to you?
Do we provide food for the creatures of earth?
Or know the hour when doe or mountain goat gives birth?
Can we trust a wild ox to serve at our side?
Bringing us the grain our needs to provide
Tell me, by our wisdom does the hawk take flight?
Do we tell the eagle where to sleep at night?
From the rocky crag he sees afar
On fields of the slain his young ones are
Do we dare to say then ‘aha, aha’
How will we answer Him; with trembling and awe?
Or will we as Job ask, ‘how can I reply?’
And cover our mouth, ‘no answers have I’
Janet~
Then Job answered the Lord and said,
“Behold, I am vile, what shall I answer Thee?
I will lay mine hand upon my mouth. Job 40:4
