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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Job 41
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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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