“Why do you confuse the issue?Why do you talk without knowing what you’re talking about?Pull yourself together, Job!Up on your feet! Stand tall!I have some questions for you,and I want some straight answers.Where were you when I created the earth?Tell me, since you know so much!Who decided on its size? Certainly you’ll know that!Who came up with the blueprints and measurements?How was its foundation poured,and who set the cornerstone,While the morning stars sang in chorusand all the angels shouted praise?And who took charge of the oceanwhen it gushed forth like a baby from the womb?That was me! I wrapped it in soft clouds,and tucked it in safely at night.Then I made a playpen for it,a strong playpen so it couldn’t run loose,And said, ‘Stay here, this is your place.Your wild tantrums are confined to this place.’