The Lord asks Job whether the one who contends with the Almighty will correct him, and tells him to answer (vv. 1-2). Job answers in few words: I am of small account; what shall I answer you? I lay my hand on my mouth. I have spoken once, and I will not answer; twice, but I will proceed no further (vv. 3-5).
The Lord speaks again from the whirlwind and repeats the challenge: dress for action like a man. Will you even put me in the wrong? Will you condemn me that you may be in the right? He asks whether Job has an arm like God's and can thunder with a voice like his. He invites him to adorn himself with majesty and glory, to pour out the overflowings of his anger, to look on everyone who is proud and abase him, to tread down the wicked where they stand and bury them in the dust. Then, he says, I will also acknowledge that your own right hand can save you (vv. 6-14).
Next the Lord invites him to look at Behemoth, which he made just as he made Job. He eats grass like an ox, and his strength is in his loins and his power in the muscles of his belly. He makes his tail stiff like a cedar, the sinews of his thighs are knit together, his bones are tubes of bronze and bars of iron. He is the first of the works of God; only his Maker can approach him with the sword. The hills bring him food, where all the wild beasts play. Under the lotus plants he lies, in the shelter of the reeds and in the marsh. If the river rages, he is not alarmed; who can capture him when he is on watch (vv. 15-24)?