Where were you when I designed the earth and all worlds thereon? And who laid down the cornerstone below the clouds of dawn? Did I not enclose the sea? I commanded the morning star Have you discerned the gates of death? Have you an arm like God? Disperse the rage from within and anger burning inside As you tread the wicked man in dust and soil they'll hide The behemoth, he is the first of the ways of God Only the Lord can bring him near, yes, near His holy sword And deal with the mystery of Leviathan's monstrosity Will he sign a vassal's pact, a covenant of peace with you? Who has obscured my counsel, speaking without knowledge? For I shall question you and let your answer follow Have you instructed days or prescribed the nights? Who has directed the air you breathe? Was it you, oh, man? Or have you searched for depths or dwellings of the light? Who has begotten the drops of dew for whose womb comes ice? Who births the frost of heaven, or who hardens the oceans deep? Can you set their dominion or number clouds by wisdom? Will I trust in Him to guide my way? I know my Savior lives, I will not speak Now ends a tale of moroseness, hurt Of disheveled dreams and faded love For my grief remains beside my life Restore the life you took from me