He hangs the earth on nothing
Then Job answered: "Good on you — what a help you've been to the powerless! What a rescue for an arm with no strength! What excellent counsel you've given the one with no wisdom! What a wealth of insight you've declared! Whose words have you uttered? Whose spirit came from you? Dead things tremble beneath the waters, along with those who live there. Hell is naked before him, and destruction has no covering. He stretches out the north over the empty place and hangs the earth upon nothing. He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not torn beneath them. He holds back the face of his throne and spreads his cloud upon it. He has compassed the waters with bounds, until the day and night come to an end. The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his correction. He divides the sea by his power, and by his understanding he strikes through the proud. By his spirit he has garnished the heavens; his hand formed the crooked serpent. These are only parts of his ways. How little a portion is heard of him! But the thunder of his power — who can understand it?"
But Job answered: How have you helped the one with no power? How do you save the arm with no strength? How have you given counsel to the one with no wisdom? And how have you plentifully made known the thing as it is? Who have you spoken words to? And whose spirit came from you? Dead things are shaped under the waters, and the ones living in them. The grave is naked in front of him, and destruction has no covering. He stretches out the north over the empty place and hangs the earth on nothing. He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud isn't torn under them. He holds back the face of his throne and spreads his cloud on it. He's set a circle on the face of the waters, right to the boundary of light and darkness. The pillars of heaven shake and are shocked at his telling-off. He splits the sea with his power, and by his understanding he strikes through the proud. By his Spirit he's made the heavens beautiful. His hand has shaped the fleeing serpent. Look — these are only the edges of his ways. But how little a whisper we hear of him. And the thunder of his power — who can understand it?
But Job answered and said, How hast thou helped him that is without power? how savest thou the arm that hath no strength? How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom? and how hast thou plentifully declared the thing as it is? To whom hast thou uttered words? and whose spirit came from thee? Dead things are formed from under the waters, and the inhabitants thereof. Hell is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering. He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing. He bindeth up the waters in his thick clouds; and the cloud is not rent under them. He holdeth back the face of his throne, and spreadeth his cloud upon it. He hath compassed the waters with bounds, until the day and night come to an end. The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his reproof. He divideth the sea with his power, and by his understanding he smiteth through the proud. By his spirit he hath garnished the heavens; his hand hath formed the crooked serpent. Lo, these are parts of his ways: but how little a portion is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?
Then Job answered:
But Job answered:
But Job answered and said,
"Good on you — what a help you've been to the powerless! What a rescue for an arm with no strength!
How have you helped the one with no power? How do you save the arm with no strength?
How hast thou helped him that is without power? how savest thou the arm that hath no strength?
What excellent counsel you've given the one with no wisdom! What a wealth of insight you've declared!
How have you given counsel to the one with no wisdom? And how have you plentifully made known the thing as it is?
How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom? and how hast thou plentifully declared the thing as it is?
Whose words have you uttered? Whose spirit came from you?
Who have you spoken words to? And whose spirit came from you?
To whom hast thou uttered words? and whose spirit came from thee?
Dead things tremble beneath the waters, along with those who live there.
Dead things are shaped under the waters, and the ones living in them.
Dead things are formed from under the waters, and the inhabitants thereof.
Hell is naked before him, and destruction has no covering.
The grave is naked in front of him, and destruction has no covering.
Hell is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering.
He stretches out the north over the empty place and hangs the earth upon nothing.
He stretches out the north over the empty place and hangs the earth on nothing.
He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing.
He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not torn beneath them.
He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud isn't torn under them.
He bindeth up the waters in his thick clouds; and the cloud is not rent under them.
He holds back the face of his throne and spreads his cloud upon it.
He holds back the face of his throne and spreads his cloud on it.
He holdeth back the face of his throne, and spreadeth his cloud upon it.
He has compassed the waters with bounds, until the day and night come to an end.
He's set a circle on the face of the waters, right to the boundary of light and darkness.
He hath compassed the waters with bounds, until the day and night come to an end.
The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his correction.
The pillars of heaven shake and are shocked at his telling-off.
The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his reproof.
He divides the sea by his power, and by his understanding he strikes through the proud.
He splits the sea with his power, and by his understanding he strikes through the proud.
He divideth the sea with his power, and by his understanding he smiteth through the proud.
By his spirit he has garnished the heavens; his hand formed the crooked serpent.
By his Spirit he's made the heavens beautiful. His hand has shaped the fleeing serpent.
By his spirit he hath garnished the heavens; his hand hath formed the crooked serpent.
These are only parts of his ways. How little a portion is heard of him! But the thunder of his power — who can understand it?"
Look — these are only the edges of his ways. But how little a whisper we hear of him. And the thunder of his power — who can understand it?
Lo, these are parts of his ways: but how little a portion is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?