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- I spoke once, but I have no answer-- twice, but I will say no more."
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- Then the LORD spoke to Job out of the storm:
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- Do you have an arm like God's, and can your voice thunder like his?
- Then adorn yourself with glory and splendor, and clothe yourself in honor and majesty.
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- Unleash the fury of your wrath, look at every proud man and bring him low,
- look at every proud man and humble him, crush the wicked where they stand.
- Bury them all in the dust together; shroud their faces in the grave.
- Then I myself will admit to you that your own right hand can save you.
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- What strength he has in his loins, what power in the muscles of his belly!
- His tail sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are close-knit.
- His bones are tubes of bronze, his limbs like rods of iron.
- He ranks first among the works of God, yet his Maker can approach him with his sword.
- The hills bring him their produce, and all the wild animals play nearby.
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- Under the lotus plants he lies, hidden among the reeds in the marsh.
- The lotuses conceal him in their shadow; the poplars by the stream surround him.
- When the river rages, he is not alarmed; he is secure, though the Jordan should surge against his mouth.
- Can anyone capture him by the eyes, or trap him and pierce his nose?
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