Job 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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Iyoḇ (Job) 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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