Job 41
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41
1Canst thou draw out leviathan with a hook or with the cord which thou lettest down on his tongue?2Canst thou put a hook into his nose or bore his jaw through with a thorn?3Will he make many supplications unto thee? Will he speak soft words unto thee?4Will he make a covenant with thee that thou shall take him for a slave for ever?5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird, or wilt thou tie him up for thy maidens?6Shall the companions make a banquet of him? Shall they part him among the merchants?7Canst thou cut his skin with knives or his head with a fish spear?8Lay thine hand upon him; thou shalt remember the battle and do no more.9Behold, your hope regarding him shall fail; for even at the sight of him they shall faint.10No one is so bold as to dare stir him up; who then shall be able to stand before me?
11Who has preceded me, that I should repay him? All that is under the whole heaven is mine.12I will not conceal his lies, nor his might, nor the beauty of his order.13Who shall uncover the face of his garment? Or who shall come to him with a double bridle?14Who shall open the doors of his face? The orders of his teeth are terrible.15His scales {Heb. shields} are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.16One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.17They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be separated.18By his sneezings lights are lit, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.19Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.20Out of his nostrils goes forth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.21His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.22In his neck dwells strength, and before him the work is undone.23The failings of his flesh are joined together; his flesh is firm in him and does not move.24His heart is as firm as a stone; as hard as a piece of the lower millstone.25Of his greatness, the mighty are afraid; by reason of breakings they remove sin from themselves.26When one catches up to him, no sword or spear or dart or coat of mail shall endure against him.27He esteems iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.28The arrow cannot make him flee; with him, slingstones are turned into stubble.29He counts any weapon as stubble; he laughs at the shaking of a spear.30Broken clay vessels are under him; he carves his imprint upon the mire.31He makes the deep to boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.32He makes the path shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.33Upon earth there is not his like, who behaves without fear.34He despises all exalted things; he is king over all the sons of pride.