Job Chapter 26
So Job was like, "Ayo, check this out."
But Job answered and said,
How you gonna pull up for someone who's struggling? How you lifting the weak sauce?
How hast thou helped {him that is} without power? {how} savest thou the arm {that hath} no strength?
How you schooling the lost ones? And how you flexing the realness like that?
How hast thou counselled {him that hath} no wisdom? and {how} hast thou plentifully declared the thing as it is?
Who’s been in your ear? Where’s that energy coming from, fr?
To whom hast thou uttered words? and whose spirit came from thee?
From the depths, the dead vibes be rising, and all the crew down there.
Dead {things} are formed from under the waters, and the inhabitants thereof. {and the...: or, with the inhabitants}
Hell’s shook when it comes to him, and destruction's laid bare, no cap.
Hell {is} naked before him, and destruction hath no covering.
He stretches the north over the abyss, and the earth's just vibing on nothing.
He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, {and} hangeth the earth upon nothing.
He’s got the waters locked tight in thick clouds; those clouds ain’t going anywhere, periodt.
He bindeth up the waters in his thick clouds; and the cloud is not rent under them.
He’s holding back the throne energy, spreading his cloud like a boss.
He holdeth back the face of his throne, {and} spreadeth his cloud upon it.
He set boundaries for the waters, till day and night say it’s a wrap.
He hath compassed the waters with bounds, until the day and night come to an end. {until...: Heb. until the end of light with darkness}
The pillars of heaven are trembling and can’t handle his correction.
The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his reproof.
He parts the sea with his might, and with his smarts, he takes down the arrogant.
He divideth the sea with his power, and by his understanding he smiteth through the proud. {the proud: Heb. pride}
Through his spirit, he’s decked out the heavens; his hand crafted that twisted serpent, no cap.
By his spirit he hath garnished the heavens; his hand hath formed the crooked serpent.
For real, these are just glimpses of his game: but how little do we even grasp? Who can vibe with the thunder of his power?
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?