Job 41
41
1“Can you draw out Leviathan#41:1 Leviathan is a name for a crocodile or similar creature. with a fish hook,
or press down his tongue with a cord?
2 Can you put a rope into his nose,
or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
3 Will he make many petitions to you,
or will he speak soft words to you?
4 Will he make a covenant with you,
that you should take him for a servant forever?
5 Will you play with him as with a bird?
Or will you bind him for your girls?
6 Will traders barter for him?
Will they part him among the merchants?
7Can you fill his skin with barbed irons,
or his head with fish spears?
8Lay your hand on him.
Remember the battle, and do so no more.
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain.
Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up.
Who then is he who can stand before me?
11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him?
Everything under the heavens is mine.
12“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,
nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
13 Who can strip off his outer garment?
Who will come within his jaws?
14Who can open the doors of his face?
Around his teeth is terror.
15 Strong scales are his pride,
shut up together with a close seal.
16One is so near to another,
that no air can come between them.
17 They are joined to one another.
They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
18 His sneezing flashes out light.
His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches.
Sparks of fire leap out.
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes,
as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
21 His breath kindles coals.
A flame goes out of his mouth.
22 There is strength in his neck.
Terror dances before him.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together.
They are firm on him.
They can’t be moved.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone,
yes, firm as the lower millstone.
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid.
They retreat before his thrashing.
26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail;
nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27He counts iron as straw,
and bronze as rotten wood.
28The arrow can’t make him flee.
Sling stones are like chaff to him.
29Clubs are counted as stubble.
He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
30His undersides are like sharp potsherds,
leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
31He makes the deep to boil like a pot.
He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32He makes a path shine after him.
One would think the deep had white hair.
33On earth there is not his equal,
that is made without fear.
34He sees everything that is high.
He is king over all the sons of pride.”
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Iyoḇ (Job) 41
41
1“Would you draw out Liwiathan with a hook, or snare his tongue with a line which you lower?
2Would you put a cord through his nose, or pierce his jaw with a hook?
3Would he keep on pleading with you? Would he speak softly to you?
4Would he make a covenant with you to be taken as a servant forever?
5Would you play with him as with a bird? Or leash him for your young girls?
6Would trading partners bargain over him? Would they divide him among the merchants?
7Fill his skin with harpoons? Or his head with fishing spears?
8Put your hand on him – think of the struggle! Do not do it again!
9See, any expectation of him is disappointed – he is laid low even at the sight of him!
10No one is so foolhardy to wake him up. Who then is able to stand against Me?
11Who has given to Me first, that I should repay him – under all the heavens that is Mine?
12I would not keep silent concerning his limbs, or his mighty power, or his fair frame.
13Who shall take off the surface of his skin? Who approaches him with a double bridle?
14Who shall open the doors of his face, with his frightening teeth all around?
15Rows of scales are his pride – closed up, a binding seal.
16One to the other they fit closely, not even a breath enters between them.
17They are joined one to another, they stick together and are not separated.
18His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19Out of his mouth go firebrands – sparks of fire shoot out.
20Out of his nostrils comes smoke, like a boiling pot or kettle.
21His breath sets coals on fire, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
22Strength dwells in his neck, and fear leaps before him.
23The folds of his flesh cleave together. They are firm on him, immovable.
24His heart is as hard as stone, even as hard as the lower millstone.
25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. Because of his crashings they are bewildered.
26No sword that reaches him does prevail, neither spear, dart, or lance.
27He reckons iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
28The arrow does not make him flee, sling-stones become like stubble to him.
29Clubs are reckoned as straw, he laughs at the rattle of a lance.
30His undersides are like sharp potsherds. He sprawls on the mud like a threshing-sledge.
31He makes the deep boil like a pot, he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32He leaves a shining path behind him. One would think the deep to be grey-haired.
33No one on earth is like him – one made without fear.
34He sees all that is haughty. He is sovereign over all the sons of pride.”
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