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This daily Bible podcast will take you through the Bible in a year following the Immerse Bible Reading Experience. So grab your family and small group and go through the Bible in a year together with Immerse. Each of the 6 volumes is available online or at your favorite Christian bookstore.
Henry: Welcome To Immerse: The
Daily Bible Reading Experience.
Day three hundred and twenty four.
Then the Lord answered
Job from the whirlwind.
Who is this?
That questions my wisdom.
With such ignorant words, brace yourself
like a man because I have some questions
for you and you must answer them.
Where were you when I laid
the foundations of the Earth?
Tell me if you know so much I.
Who determined its dimensions and
stretched out the surveying line, what
supports its foundations and who laid
its cornerstone As the morning stars
sang together and all the angels shouted
for joy, who kept the sea inside its
boundaries as it burst from the womb and
as I clothed it with clouds and wrapped
it in thick darkness for, I locked it
behind Bard Gates limiting its shores.
I said this far and no
farther will you come here.
Your proud waves must stop.
Have you ever commanded the
morning to appear and caused
the dawn to rise in the east?
Have you made daylight spread to
the ends of the earth to bring
an end to the night's wickedness?
As the light approaches, the earth takes
shape like clay pressed beneath a seal.
It is robed in brilliant colors.
The light disturbs the wicked and stops
the arm that is raised in violence.
Have you explored the springs
from which the seas come?
Have you explored their deaths?
Do you know where the
gates of death are located?
Have you seen the gates of utter gloom?
Do you realize the extent of the earth?
Tell me about it.
If you know, where does light come
from and where does darkness go?
Can you take each to its home?
Do you know how to get there?
But of course you know all this for you
were born before it was all created,
and you are so very experienced.
Have you visited the storehouses of the
snow or seen the storehouses of hail?
I have reserved them as weapons
for the time of trouble for
the day of battle and war.
Where is the path to the source of light?
Where is the home of the East Wind?
Who created a channel for the
Torrance of Rain who laid out
the path for the lightning?
Who makes the rain fall on barren land
in a desert where no one lives, who
sends rain to satisfy the parched ground
and make the tender grass spring up?
Does the reign have a father
who gives birth to the dew,
who is the mother of the ice?
Who gives birth to the frost from
the heavens for the water turns
to ice as hard as rock and the
surface of the water freezes.
Can you direct the movement of the
stars binding the cluster of the
pleis or loosening the cords of Orion?
Can you direct the constellations
through the seasons or guide the bear
with her cubs across the heavens?
Do you know the laws of the universe?
Can you use them to regulate the earth?
Can you shout to the
clouds and make it rain?
Can you make lightning appear and
cause it to strike as you direct?
Who gives intuition to the
heart and instinct to the mind?
Who is wise enough to count all the clouds
who can tilt the water jars of heaven?
When the parched ground is dry and
the soil has hardened into clods?
Can you stalk prey for a lioness
and satisfy the young lion's
appetites as they lie in their
dens or crouch in the thicket?
Who provides food for the
ravens when they're young?
Cry out to God and wander about in hunger.
Do you know when the
wild goats give birth?
Have you watched as deer
are born in the wild?
Do you know how many months
they carry their young?
Are you aware of the
time of their delivery?
They crouch down to give birth to their
young and deliver their offspring,
their young, grow up in the open fields,
then leave home and never return.
Who gives the wild donkey?
Its freedom.
Who untied its ropes?
I have placed it in the wild wilderness.
It's home is the wasteland.
It hates the noise of the city
and has no driver to shout at it.
The mountains are its pasture land.
Where it searches for
every blade of grass.
Will the Wild Ox consent to being tamed?
Will it spend the night in your stall?
Can you hitch a wild ox to a plow?
Will it plow a field for
you, given its strength?
Can you trust it?
Can you leave and trust
the ox to do your work?
Can you rely on it to bring
home your grain and deliver
it to your threshing floor?
The ostrich flaps, her wings
grandly, but they are no match
for the feathers of the stork.
She lays her eggs on top of the earth
letting them be warmed in the dust.
She doesn't worry that a foot might crush
them or a wild animal might destroy them.
She is harsh toward her young
as if they were not her own.
She doesn't care if they die for
God has deprived her of wisdom.
He has given her no understanding.
But whenever she jumps up to run, she
passes the swiftest horse with its rider.
Have you given the horse its strength
or clothed its neck with a flowing mane?
Did you give it the ability
to leap like a locust?
Its majestic.
Snorting is terrifying.
It paused the earth and
rejoices in its strength.
When it charges out to battle.
It laughs at fear and is unafraid.
It does not run from the sword.
The arrows rattle against it,
and the spear and javelin flash,
it paused the ground fiercely
and rushes forward into battle.
When the ram's horn blows, it
snorts at the sound of the horn.
It senses the battle in the distance.
It quivers at the captain's
commands and the noise of battle.
Is it your wisdom that makes the hawk sore
and spread its wings toward the south?
Is it at your command that the eagle
rises to the heights to make its nest?
It lives on the cliffs making
its home on a distant rocky crag.
From there it hunts its prey keeping.
Watch with piercing eyes.
It's young gulp on blood where there's
a carcass there, you'll find it.
Then the Lord said to Job, do you
still want to argue with the Almighty?
You are God's critic.
But do you have the answers?
Then Job replied to
the Lord, I am nothing.
How could I ever find the answers?
I will cover my mouth with my hand.
I have said too much already.
I have nothing more to say
than the Lord answered.
Job from the whirlwind.
Brace yourself like a man because
I have some questions for you.
You must answer them.
Will you discredit my justice and
condemn me just to prove you are right?
Are you as strong as God?
Can you thunder with a voice like his?
All right.
Put on your glory and splendor,
your honor and majesty.
Give then to your anger.
Let it overflow against the
proud humiliate, the Proud.
With a glance walk on the
Wicked where they stand.
Bury them in the dust, imprison
them in the world of the dead,
then even I would praise you for
your own strength would save you.
Take a look at behemoth, which
I made just as I made you.
It eats grass like an ox.
See, its powerful loins and
the muscles of its belly, its
tail is as strong as a cedar.
The sinews of its thighs
are knit tightly together.
Its bones are tubes of bronze.
Its limbs are bars of iron.
It is a prime example of God's handiwork
and only its creator can threaten it.
The mountains offer it their best
food where all the wild animals play.
It lies under the lotus plants
hidden by the reeds in the marsh.
The lotus plants give it shade
among the willows beside the stream.
It is not disturbed by the raging river.
Not concerned when the swelling
Jordan rushes around it, no one
can catch it off guard or put a
ring in its nose and lead it away.
Can you catch Leviathan with a
hook or put a noose around its jaw?
Can you tie it with a rope through the
nose or pierce its jaw with a spike?
Will it beg you for mercy
or implore you for pity?
Will it agree to work for you
to be your slave for life?
Can you make it a pet, like a bird or
give it to your little girls to play with?
Will merchants try to buy it,
to sell it in their shops?
Will its hide, be hurt by spears
or it's head by a harpoon?
If you lay a hand on it,
you will certainly remember
the battle that follows.
You.
Won't try that again.
No, it is useless to try to capture it.
The hunter who attempts it will be knocked
down, and since no one dares to disturb
it, who then can stand up to me who has
given me anything that I need to pay back?
Everything under heaven is mine.
I want to emphasize Leviathan's
limbs and its enormous strength and
graceful form who can strip off?
Its hide.
And who can penetrate its
double layer of armor?
Who could pry open its jaws
for its teeth are terrible.
The scales on its back are like rows
of shields tightly sealed together.
They are so close together that
no air can get between them.
Each scale sticks tight to the next.
They interlock and cannot be penetrated.
When it sneezes, it flashes light.
Its eyes are like the red of dawn.
Lightning leaps from its mouth.
Flames of fire flash out smoke streams
from its nostrils like steam from a pot
heated over burning rushes its breath.
Would kindle coals for
flames shoot from its mouth.
The tremendous strength in leviathan's
neck strikes terror wherever it goes.
Its flesh is hard and firm
and cannot be penetrated.
Its heart is hard as a rock, hard
as a millstone when it rises, the
mighty are afraid, gripped by terror.
No sword can stop it.
No spear dart or javelin.
Iron is nothing but straw to that
creature, and bronze is like rotten wood.
Arrows cannot make it flee.
Stone shot from a sling or like bits of
grass, clubs are like a blade of grass.
And it laughs At the swish of
Javelins, its belly is covered
with scales as sharp as glass.
It plows up the ground as
it drags through the mud.
Leviathan makes the water
boil with its commotion.
It stirs the depths
like a pot of ointment.
The water glistens in its wake
making the sea look white.
Nothing on earth is its equal.
No other creatures.
So fearless.
Of all the creatures.
It is the proudest.
It is the king of beasts.
Then job replied to the Lord,
I know that you can do anything
and no one can stop you.
You asked, who is this?
That questions my wisdom
was such ignorance.
It is.
I and I was talking about
things I knew nothing about
things far too wonderful for me.
I.
You said Listen and I will speak.
I have some questions for
you and you must answer them.
I had only heard about you before, but
now I have seen you with my own eyes.
I take back everything I said and I sit
in dust and ashes to show my repentance.
After the Lord had finished speaking
to Job, he said to PHA the team night.
I am angry with you and your two friends
for you have not spoken accurately
about me as my servant job has.
So take seven bulls and seven rams
and go to my servant job and offer
a burnt offering for yourselves.
My servant job will pray for you, and I
will accept his prayer on your behalf.
I will not treat you as you deserve, for
you have not spoken accurately about me.
As my servant job has so pha, the Timan
Night Bill Dad, the shoe height and sohar.
The Neite did as the Lord commanded
them, and the Lord accepted job's prayer.
When Job prayed for his friends,
the Lord restored his fortunes.
In fact, the Lord gave him twice as
much as before than all his brothers,
sisters, and former friends came
and feasted with him in his home.
And they consoled him and comforted
him because of all the trials
the Lord had brought against him.
And each of them brought him a
gift of money and a gold ring.
So the Lord blessed job in the second
half of his life, even more than in
the beginning for now, he had 14,000
sheep, 6,000 camels, 1000 teams
of oxen, and 1000 female donkeys.
He also gave Job seven more
sons and three more daughters.
He named his first daughter Jemima,
the second Kaiah, and the third
Karen Happe in all the land.
No women were as lovely as the daughters
of Job and their father put them into
his will, along with their brothers job.
Lived 140 years after that living
to see four generations of his
children and grandchildren.
Then he died, an old man who
had lived a long, full life.
This concludes today's
Immer Reading experience.
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