1522 verses about Creation

By the breath of God, ice is given, and the width of the waters is frozen.

Yes, he loads the thick cloud with moisture. He spreads abroad the cloud of his lightning.

It is turned around by his guidance, that they may do whatever he commands them on the surface of the habitable world,

“Listen to this, Job. Stand still, and consider the wondrous works of God.

Do you know how God controls them, and causes the lightning of his cloud to shine?

Do you know the workings of the clouds, the wondrous works of him who is perfect in knowledge?

You whose clothing is warm, when the earth is still by reason of the south wind?

Can you, with him, spread out the sky, which is strong as a cast metal mirror?

Now men don’t see the light which is bright in the skies, but the wind passes, and clears them.

Then Yahweh answered Job out of the whirlwind,

“Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Declare, if you have understanding.

Who determined its measures, if you know? Or who stretched the line on it?

Whereupon were its foundations fastened? Or who laid its cornerstone,

when the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

“Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it broke out of the womb,

when I made clouds its garment, and wrapped it in thick darkness,

marked out for it my bound, set bars and doors,

and said, ‘Here you may come, but no further. Here your proud waves shall be stayed?’

“Have you commanded the morning in your days, and caused the dawn to know its place;

that it might take hold of the ends of the earth, and shake the wicked out of it?

It is changed as clay under the seal, and presented as a garment.

“Have you entered into the springs of the sea? Or have you walked in the recesses of the deep?

Have you comprehended the earth in its width? Declare, if you know it all.

“What is the way to the dwelling of light? As for darkness, where is its place,

that you should take it to its bound, that you should discern the paths to its house?

Surely you know, for you were born then, and the number of your days is great!

Have you entered the treasuries of the snow, or have you seen the treasures of the hail,

By what way is the lightning distributed, or the east wind scattered on the earth?

Who has cut a channel for the flood water, or the path for the thunderstorm;

To cause it to rain on a land where no man is; on the wilderness, in which there is no man;

to satisfy the waste and desolate ground, to cause the tender grass to grow?

Does the rain have a father? Or who fathers the drops of dew?

Out of whose womb came the ice? The gray frost of the sky, who has given birth to it?

The waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen.

“Can you bind the cluster of the Pleiades, or loosen the cords of Orion?

Can you lead the constellations out in their season? Or can you guide the Bear with her cubs?

Do you know the laws of the heavens? Can you establish its dominion over the earth?

“Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover you?

Can you send out lightnings, that they may go? Do they report to you, ‘Here we are?’

Who can count the clouds by wisdom? Or who can pour out the bottles of the sky,

when the dust runs into a mass, and the clods of earth stick together?

“Can you hunt the prey for the lioness, or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,

when they crouch in their dens, and lie in wait in the thicket?

Who provides for the raven his prey, when his young ones cry to God, and wander for lack of food?

“Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?

Can you count the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?

They bow themselves, they bear their young. They end their labor pains.

Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go out, and don’t return again.

“Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,

Whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?

He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.

The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.

“Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?

“The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; but are they the feathers and plumage of love?

For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,

and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.

When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.

“Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?

Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.

He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.

“Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?

Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?

On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.

From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.

Then Yahweh answered Job out of the whirlwind,

“Now deck yourself with excellency and dignity. Array yourself with honor and majesty.

“See now, behemoth, which I made as well as you. He eats grass as an ox.

He moves his tail like a cedar. The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

He is the chief of the ways of God. He who made him gives him his sword.

Surely the mountains produce food for him, where all the animals of the field play.

He lies under the lotus trees, in the covert of the reed, and the marsh.

The lotuses cover him with their shade. The willows of the brook surround him.

“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?

Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.

“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.

Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.

One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.

When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.

He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.

His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.

On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.

Yahweh, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth, who has set your glory above the heavens!

When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have ordained;

what is man, that you think of him? What is the son of man, that you care for him?

For you have made him a little lower than the angels, and crowned him with glory and honor.

You make him ruler over the works of your hands. You have put all things under his feet:

All sheep and cattle, yes, and the animals of the field,

The birds of the sky, the fish of the sea, and whatever passes through the paths of the seas.

Yahweh, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!

Then the earth shook and trembled. The foundations also of the mountains quaked and were shaken, because he was angry.