1522 verses about Creation

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.

He made darkness his hiding place, his pavilion around him, darkness of waters, thick clouds of the skies.

At the brightness before him his thick clouds passed, hailstones and coals of fire.

Then the channels of waters appeared. The foundations of the world were laid bare at your rebuke, Yahweh, at the blast of the breath of your nostrils.

The heavens declare the glory of God. The expanse shows his handiwork.

Day after day they pour out speech, and night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.

Their voice has gone out through all the earth, their words to the end of the world. In them he has set a tent for the sun,

which is as a bridegroom coming out of his room, like a strong man rejoicing to run his course.

His going out is from the end of the heavens, his circuit to its ends; There is nothing hidden from its heat.

But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust while at my mother’s breasts.

The earth is Yahweh’s, with its fullness; the world, and those who dwell therein.

For he has founded it on the seas, and established it on the floods.

Because they don’t respect the works of Yahweh, nor the operation of his hands, he will break them down and not build them up.

Ascribe to Yahweh, you sons of the mighty, ascribe to Yahweh glory and strength.

Ascribe to Yahweh the glory due to his name. Worship Yahweh in holy array.

Yahweh’s voice is on the waters. The God of glory thunders, even Yahweh on many waters.

Yahweh’s voice breaks the cedars. Yes, Yahweh breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.

He makes them also to skip like a calf; Lebanon and Sirion like a young, wild ox.

Yahweh’s voice strikes with flashes of lightning.

Yahweh’s voice shakes the wilderness. Yahweh shakes the wilderness of Kadesh.

Yahweh’s voice makes the deer calve, and strips the forests bare. In his temple everything says, “Glory!”

Yahweh sat enthroned at the Flood. Yes, Yahweh sits as King forever.

He loves righteousness and justice. The earth is full of the loving kindness of Yahweh.

By Yahweh’s word, the heavens were made; all their army by the breath of his mouth.

He gathers the waters of the sea together as a heap. He lays up the deeps in storehouses.

Let all the earth fear Yahweh. Let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of him.

For he spoke, and it was done. He commanded, and it stood firm.

From the place of his habitation he looks out on all the inhabitants of the earth,

he who fashions all of their hearts; and he considers all of their works.

Your righteousness is like the mountains of God. Your judgments are like a great deep. Yahweh, you preserve man and animal.

Many, Yahweh, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us. They can’t be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be counted.

Therefore we won’t be afraid, though the earth changes, though the mountains are shaken into the heart of the seas;

The Mighty One, God, Yahweh, speaks, and calls the earth from sunrise to sunset.

He calls to the heavens above, to the earth, that he may judge his people:

For every animal of the forest is mine, and the livestock on a thousand hills.

I know all the birds of the mountains. The wild animals of the field are mine.

If I were hungry, I would not tell you, for the world is mine, and all that is in it.

All mankind shall be afraid. They shall declare the work of God, and shall wisely ponder what he has done.

By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea;

Who by his power forms the mountains, having armed yourself with strength;