Iyov (Job) 41
41
1“Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile —
one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
2No one is fierce enough to rouse him,
so who can stand up to me?
3Who has given me anything
and made me pay it back?
Everything belongs to me
under all of heaven.
4“I have more to say about his limbs,
his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
5Who can strip off his [scaly] garment?
Who can enter his jaws?
6Who can pry open the doors of his face,
so close to his terrible teeth?
7“His pride is his rows of scales,
tightly sealed together —
8one is so close to the next
that no air can come between them;
9they are stuck one to another,
interlocked and impervious.
10“When he sneezes, light flashes out;
his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
11From his mouth go fiery torches,
and sparks come flying out.
12His nostrils belch steam
like a caldron boiling on the fire.
13His breath sets coals ablaze;
flames pour from his mouth.
14“Strength resides in his neck,
and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
15The layers of his flesh stick together;
they are firm on him, immovable.
16His heart is as hard as a stone,
yes, hard as a lower millstone.
17When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid,
beside themselves in despair.
18“If a sword touches him, it won’t stick;
neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
19He regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
20An arrow can’t make him flee;
for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
21Clubs count as hay,
and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
22His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery,
so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.
23“He makes the depths seethe like a pot,
he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
24He leaves a shining wake behind him,
making the deep seem to have white hair.
25“On earth there is nothing like him,
a creature without fear.
26He looks straight at all high things.
He is king over all proud beasts.”
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Leviathan
1 # 41.1 40:25 in Heb Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook,
restrain his tongue with a rope?
2Can you put a cord through his nose,
pierce his jaw with a barb?
3Will he beg you at length
or speak gentle words to you?
4Will he make a pact with you
so that you will take him as a permanent slave?
5Can you play with him like a bird,
put a leash on him for your girls?
6Will merchants sell him;
will they divide him among traders?
7Can you fill his hide with darts,
his head with a fishing spear?
8Should you lay your hand on him,
you would never remember the battle.
9Such hopes#41.9 Or his hopes would be delusional;
surely the sight of him makes one stumble.
10Nobody is fierce enough to rouse him;
who then can stand before me?
11Who opposes me that I must repay?
Everything under heaven is mine.
12I’m not awed by his limbs,
his strength, and impressive form.
13Who can remove his outer garment;
who can come with a bridle for him?
14Who can open the doors of his mouth,
surrounded by frightening teeth?
15His matching scales are his pride,
closely locked and sealed.
16One touches another;
even air can’t come between them.
17Each clings to its pair;
joined, they can’t be separated.
18His sneezes emit flashes of light;
his eyes are like dawn’s rays.
19Shafts of fire shoot from his mouth;
like fiery sparks they fly out.
20Smoke pours from his nostrils
like a boiling pot over reeds.
21His breath lights coals;
a flame shoots from his mouth.
22Power resides in his neck;
violence dances before him.
23The folds of his flesh stick together;
on him they are tough and unyielding.
24His heart is solid like a rock,
hard like a lower millstone.
25The divine beings dread his rising;
they withdraw before his thrashing.
26The sword that touches him won’t prevail;
neither will the dart, spear, nor javelin.
27He treats iron as straw,
bronze as rotten wood.
28Arrows can’t make him flee;
slingstones he turns to straw.
29He treats a club like straw;
he laughs at the lance’s rattle.
30His abdomen is like jagged pottery shards;
its sharp edges leave a trail in the mud.
31He causes the depths to churn like a boiling pot,
stirs up the sea like a pot of scented oils,
32leaves a bright wake behind him;
the frothy deep seems white-haired.
33None on earth can compare to him;
he is made to be without fear.
34He looks on all the proud;
he is king over all proud beasts.
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