Job 40:7-14

7Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.

8Wilt thou even disannul my judgment? wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be justified?

9Or hast thou an arm like God? and canst thou thunder with a voice like him?

10Deck thyself now with excellency and dignity; and array thyself with honour and majesty.

11Pour forth the overflowings of thine anger: and look upon every one that is proud, and abase him.

12Look on every one that is proud, and bring him low; and tread down the wicked where they stand.

13Hide them in the dust together; bind their faces in the hidden place.

14Then wilt I also confess of thee that thine own right hand can save thee.