August 31

6Then answered the LORD unto Job out of the whirlwind, and said, 7Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me. 8Wilt thou also disannul my judgment? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be righteous? 9Hast thou an arm like God? Or, canst thou thunder with a voice like him? 10Deck thyself now with majesty and excellency; And array thyself with glory and beauty. 11Cast abroad the rage of thy wrath: And behold every one that is proud, and abase him. 12Look on every one that is proud, and bring him low; And tread down the wicked in their place. 13Hide them in the dust together; And bind their faces in secret. 14Then will I also confess unto thee That thine own right hand can save thee.

15Behold now behemoth, Which I made with thee; He eateth grass as an ox. 16Lo now, his strength is in his loins, And his force is in the navel of his belly. 17He moveth his tail like a cedar: The sinews of his stones are wrapt together. 18His bones are as strong pieces of brass; His bones are like bars of iron. 19He is the chief of the ways of God: He that made him can make his sword to approach unto him. 20Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field play. 21He lieth under the shady trees, In the covert of the reed, and fens. 22The shady trees cover him with their shadow; The willows of the brook compass him about. 23Behold, he drinketh up a river, and hasteth not: He trusteth that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth. 24He taketh it with his eyes: His nose pierceth through snares.

1Canst thou draw out leviathan with a hook? Or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? 2Canst thou put a hook into his nose? Or bore his jaw through with a thorn? 3Will he make many supplications unto thee? Will he speak soft words unto thee? 4Will he make a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? 5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? 6Shall the companions make a banquet of him? Shall they part him among the merchants? 7Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? Or his head with fish spears? 8Lay thine hand upon him, Remember the battle, do no more. 9Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? 10None is so fierce that dare stir him up: Who then is able to stand before me? 11Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

12I will not conceal his parts, Nor his power, nor his comely proportion. 13Who can discover the face of his garment? Or who can come to him with his double bridle? 14Who can open the doors of his face? His teeth are terrible round about. 15His scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal. 16One is so near to another, That no air can come between them. 17They are joined one to another, They stick together, that they cannot be sundered. 18By his neesings a light doth shine, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. 19Out of his mouth go burning lamps, And sparks of fire leap out. 20Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, As out of a seething pot or caldron. 21His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth out of his mouth.

22In his neck remaineth strength, And sorrow is turned into joy before him. 23The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved. 24His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. 25When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: By reason of breakings they purify themselves. 26The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: The spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. 27He esteemeth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood. 28The arrow cannot make him flee: Slingstones are turned with him into stubble. 29Darts are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the shaking of a spear. 30Sharp stones are under him: He spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. 31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. 32He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary. 33Upon earth there is not his like, Who is made without fear. 34He beholdeth all high things: He is a king over all the children of pride.

1Then Job answered the LORD, and said, 2I know that thou canst do every thing, And that no thought can be withholden from thee. 3Who is he that hideth counsel Without knowledge? Therefore have I uttered that I understood not; Things too wonderful for me, which I knew not. 4Hear, I beseech thee, and I will speak: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me. 5I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: But now mine eye seeth thee. 6Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent In dust and ashes.

7And it was so, that after the LORD had spoken these words unto Job, the LORD said to Eliphaz the Temanite, My wrath is kindled against thee, and against thy two friends: for ye have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job hath. 8Therefore take unto you now seven bullocks and seven rams, and go to my servant Job, and offer up for yourselves a burnt offering; and my servant Job shall pray for you: for him will I accept: lest I deal with you after your folly, in that ye have not spoken of me the thing which is right, like my servant Job. 9So Eliphaz the Temanite and Bildad the Shuhite and Zophar the Naamathite went, and did according as the LORD commanded them: the LORD also accepted Job.

10And the LORD turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends: also the LORD gave Job twice as much as he had before. 11Then came there unto him all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all they that had been of his acquaintance before, and did eat bread with him in his house: and they bemoaned him, and comforted him over all the evil that the LORD had brought upon him: every man also gave him a piece of money, and every one an earring of gold. 12So the LORD blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning: for he had fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand she asses. 13He had also seven sons and three daughters. 14And he called the name of the first, Jemima; and the name of the second, Kezia; and the name of the third, Keren-happuch. 15And in all the land were no women found so fair as the daughters of Job: and their father gave them inheritance among their brethren. 16After this lived Job an hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons’ sons, even four generations. 17So Job died, being old and full of days.

1THE song of songs, which is Solomon’s. 2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: For thy love is better than wine. 3Because of the savour of thy good ointments Thy name is as ointment poured forth, Therefore do the virgins love thee. 4Draw me, we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers: We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine: The upright love thee.

5I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. 6Look not upon me, because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me: My mother’s children were angry with me; They made me the keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept. 7Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? 8If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

9I have compared thee, O my love, To a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots. 10Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, Thy neck with chains of gold. 11We will make thee borders of gold With studs of silver. 12While the king sitteth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. 13A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. 14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire In the vineyards of En-gedi.

15Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thou hast doves’ eyes. 16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our bed is green. 17The beams of our house are cedar, And our rafters of fir.

1I am the rose of Sharon, And the lily of the valleys. 2As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters. 3As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste. 4He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love. 5Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: For I am sick of love. 6His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me. 7I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. 9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh forth at the windows, Shewing himself through the lattice. 10My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. 11For lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; 12The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; 13The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

14O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. 15Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vines: For our vines have tender grapes. 16My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth among the lilies. 17Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, And be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.