Classic Poem

All nature felt a frightful shock,
When from the rolling cloud,
To trembling Job th' Almighty spoke
These awful words aloud.

Who's this presumptuous mortal bold,
That dark'ning counsel so,
By words devoid of knowledge, would
Prescribe what it must do!

If thou pretend'st to quarrel me,
For ought that I have done,
Gird up thy loins to hold the plea,
And like a man to win.

I'm now come at demands of thine,
Thy science to inspect;
Not to be taught, but of design
Thy arrogance to check.

I'll now thy skill and wisdom sound,
Thy understanding try;
To questions I'll to thee propound.
See if thou canst reply.