Job 41
41
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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Job 41
41
1Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fish hook?
Or press down his tongue with a cord?
2Canst thou put a rope into his nose?
Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
3Will he make many supplications unto thee?
Or will he speak soft words unto thee?
4Will he make a covenant with thee,
That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?
5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird?
Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
6Shall the bands of fishermen make traffic of him?
Shall they part him among the merchants?
7Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons,
Or his head with fish spears?
8Lay thine hand upon him;
Remember the battle, and do so no more.
9Behold, the hope of him is in vain:
Shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up:
Who then is he that can stand before me?
11Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him?
Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
12I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,
Nor his mighty strength, nor his comely proportion.
13Who can strip off his outer garment?
Who shall come within his double bridle?
14Who can open the doors of his face?
Round about his teeth is terror.
15 His strong scales 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 sundered.
18His neesings flash forth light,
And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19Out of his mouth go burning torches,
And sparks of fire leap forth.
20Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth,
As of a seething pot and burning rushes.
21His breath kindleth coals,
And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
22In his neck abideth strength,
And terror danceth before him.
23The flakes of his flesh are joined together:
They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
24His heart is as firm as a stone;
Yea, firm as the nether millstone.
25When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid:
By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
26If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail;
Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27He counteth iron as straw,
And brass as rotten wood.
28The arrow cannot make him flee:
Slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
29Clubs are counted as stubble:
He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
30His underparts are like sharp potsherds:
He spreadeth as it were a threshing wain upon the mire.
31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:
He maketh the sea like ointment.
32He maketh a path to shine after him;
One would think the deep to be hoary.
33Upon earth there is not his like,
That is made without fear.
34He beholdeth every thing that is high:
He is king over all the sons of pride.
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