Job 41
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Ps 74.14; 104.26; Isa 27.1. Canst thou draw out leviathan#41.1 leviathan or the crocodile. with a hook?
or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
2Canst thou put a hook into his nose?
or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
3Will he make many supplications unto thee?
Will he speak soft words unto thee?
4Will he make a covenant with thee?
Wilt thou 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 companions make a banquet 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, do 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 dare stir him up:
who then is able to stand before me?
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Rom 11.35. Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him?
Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
12I will not conceal his parts,
nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
13Who can discover the face of his garment?
Or who can come to him with his double bridle?
14Who can open the doors of his face?
His teeth are terrible round about.
15 His 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.
18By his sneezings a light doth shine,
and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19Out of his mouth go burning lamps,
and sparks of fire leap out.
20Out of his nostrils goeth smoke,
as out of a seething pot or caldron.
21His breath kindleth coals,
and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
22In his neck remaineth strength,
and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
23The flakes of his flesh are joined together:
they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
24His heart is as firm as a stone;
yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
25When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid:
by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
26The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold:
the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
27He esteemeth iron as straw,
and brass as rotten wood.
28The arrow cannot make him flee:
sling stones are turned with him into stubble.
29Darts are counted as stubble:
he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
30Sharp stones are under him:
he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:
he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
32He maketh a path to shine after him;
one would think the deep to be hoary.
33Upon earth there is not his like,
who is made without fear.
34He beholdeth all high things:
he is a king over all the children of pride.
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King James Version 1611, spelling, punctuation and text formatting modernized by ABS in 1962; typesetting © 2010 American Bible Society.
Iyoḇ (Job) 41
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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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