“Can you bind the wild ox in a furrow with ropes, Or will he harrow the valleys after you?
And she forgets that a foot may crush them, Or that a wild beast may trample them.
Because God has made her forget wisdom, And has not given her a share of understanding.
“Do you give the horse his might? Do you clothe his neck with a mane?
“Now gird up your loins like a man; I will ask you, and you instruct Me.
“Or do you have an arm like God, And can you thunder with a voice like His?
“He bends his tail like a cedar; The sinews of his thighs are knit together.
“If a river rages, he is not alarmed; He is confident, though the Jordan rushes to his mouth.
“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?
“Can you put a rope in his nose Or pierce his jaw with a hook?
“Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him for a servant forever?
“Will you play with him as with a bird, Or will you bind him for your maidens?
“His strong scales are his pride, Shut up as with a tight seal.
“Out of his nostrils smoke goes forth As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
“His breath kindles coals, And a flame goes forth from his mouth.
“His heart is as hard as a stone, Even as hard as a lower millstone.
“His underparts are like sharp potsherds; He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.
“He makes the depths boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
“Behind him he makes a wake to shine; One would think the deep to be gray-haired.
Now therefore, take for yourselves seven bulls and seven rams, and go to My servant Job, and offer up a burnt offering for yourselves, and My servant Job will pray for you. For I will accept him so that I may not do with you according to your folly, because you have not spoken of Me what is right, as My servant Job has.”
Then all his brothers and all his sisters and all who had known him before came to him, and they ate bread with him in his house; and they consoled him and comforted him for all the adversities that the LORD had brought on him. And each one gave him one piece of money, and each a ring of gold.
He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, Which yields its fruit in its season And its leaf does not wither; And in whatever he does, he prospers.
Why are the nations in an uproar And the peoples devising a vain thing?
‘You shall break them with a rod of iron, You shall shatter them like earthenware.’”
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. O LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are rising up against me.
But You, O LORD, are a shield about me, My glory, and the One who lifts my head.
For the choir director; on stringed instruments. A Psalm of David. Answer me when I call, O God of my righteousness! You have relieved me in my distress; Be gracious to me and hear my prayer.
O sons of men, how long will my honor become a reproach? How long will you love what is worthless and aim at deception? Selah.
For the choir director; for flute accompaniment. A Psalm of David. Give ear to my words, O LORD, Consider my groaning.
For You are not a God who takes pleasure in wickedness; No evil dwells with You.
For it is You who blesses the righteous man, O LORD, You surround him with favor as with a shield.
For the choir director; with stringed instruments, upon an eight-string lyre. A Psalm of David. O LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger, Nor chasten me in Your wrath.
A Shiggaion of David, which he sang to the LORD concerning Cush, a Benjamite. O LORD my God, in You I have taken refuge; Save me from all those who pursue me, and deliver me,
Or he will tear my soul like a lion, Dragging me away, while there is none to deliver.
God is a righteous judge, And a God who has indignation every day.
If a man does not repent, He will sharpen His sword; He has bent His bow and made it ready.
He has dug a pit and hollowed it out, And has fallen into the hole which he made.
For the choir director; on the Gittith. A Psalm of David. O LORD, our Lord, How majestic is Your name in all the earth, Who have displayed Your splendor above the heavens!
Yet You have made him a little lower than God, And You crown him with glory and majesty!
For the choir director; on Muth-labben. A Psalm of David. I will give thanks to the LORD with all my heart; I will tell of all Your wonders.
The LORD also will be a stronghold for the oppressed, A stronghold in times of trouble;
He lurks in a hiding place as a lion in his lair; He lurks to catch the afflicted; He catches the afflicted when he draws him into his net.
For the choir director. A Psalm of David. In the LORD I take refuge; How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain;
For the choir director; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD, for the godly man ceases to be, For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
They speak falsehood to one another; With flattering lips and with a double heart they speak.
The words of the LORD are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.
For the choir director. A Psalm of David. How long, O LORD? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?
For the choir director. A Psalm of David. The fool has said in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt, they have committed abominable deeds; There is no one who does good.
A Psalm of David. O LORD, who may abide in Your tent? Who may dwell on Your holy hill?
He does not slander with his tongue, Nor does evil to his neighbor, Nor takes up a reproach against his friend;
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