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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Job 41
41
1 I will not rouse him, as the cruel would do, for who is able to withstand my countenance?
2 Who has given to me beforehand, so that I should repay him? All things that are under heaven are mine.
3 I will not spare him, nor his powerful words and counterfeit attempts at supplication.
4 Who can reveal the beauty of his garment? And who can enter the middle of his mouth?
5 Who can open the doors of his face? I gave fear to the circle of his teeth.
6 His body is like shields fused together, like dense scales pressed over one another.
7 One is joined to another, and not even air can pass between them.
8 They adhere to one another, and they hold themselves in place and will not be separated.
9 His sneezing has the brilliance of fire, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
10 Lamps proceed from his mouth, like torches of fire burning brightly.
11 Smoke passes out of his nostrils, like a pot that is heated and boiling.
12 His breath causes coal to burn, and a flame comes forth from his mouth.
13 Strength dwells in his neck, and destitution goes before his presence.
14 The parts of his body work in harmony together. He will send lightning bolts against him, and they will not be carried to another place.
15 His heart will be as hard as a stone and as dense as a blacksmith's anvil.
16 When he will be raised up, the angels will be afraid, and, because they are terrified, they will purify themselves.
17 When a sword catches up with him, it will not be able to settle in, nor a spear, nor a breastplate.
18 For he will consider iron as if it were chaff, and brass as if it were rotten wood.
19 The archer will not cause him to flee; the stones of the sling have been turned into stubble for him.
20 He will treat the hammer as if it were stubble, and he will ridicule those who brandish the spear.
21 The beams of the sun will be under him, and he will dispense gold to them as if it were clay.
22 He will make the depths of the sea boil like a pot, and he will set it to bubble just as ointments do.
23 A path will shine after him; he will esteem the abyss as if it were weakening with age.
24 There is no power on the earth that is being compared to him, who has been made so that he fears no one.
25 He sees every prominent thing; he is king over all the sons of arrogance.
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