Job 41
41
1I will not stir him up, like one that is cruel. For who can resist my countenance?
2Who hath given me before that I should repay him? All things that are under heaven are mine.
3I will not spare him, nor his mighty words, and framed to make supplication.
4Who can discover the face of his garment? Or who can go into the midst of his mouth?
5Who can open the doors of his face? His teeth are terrible round about.
6His body is like molten shields, shut close up with scales pressing upon one another.
7One is joined to another, and not so much as any air can come between them.
8They stick one to another and they hold one another fast, and shall not be separated.
9His sneezing is like the shining of fire: and his eyes like the eyelids of the morning.
10Out of his mouth go forth lamps, like torches of lighted fire.
11Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, like that of a pot heated and boiling.
12His breath kindleth coals: and a flame cometh forth out of his mouth.
13In his neck strength shall dwell: and want goeth before his face.
14The members of his flesh cleave one to another. He shall send lightnings against him, and they shall not be carried to another place.
15His heart shall be as hard as a stone, and as firm as a smith's anvil.
16When he shall raise him up, the angels shall fear: and being affrighted shall purify themselves.
17When a sword shall lay at him, it shall not be able to hold, nor a spear, nor a breastplate.
18For he shall esteem iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
19The archer shall not put him to flight: the stones of the sling are to him like stubble.
20As stubble will he esteem the hammer: and he will laugh him to scorn who shaketh the spear.
21The beams of the sun shall be under him: and he shall strew gold under him like mire.
22He shall make the deep sea to boil like a pot, and shall make it as when ointments boil.
23A path shall shine after him: he shall esteem the deep as growing old.
24There is no power upon earth that can be compared with him who was made to fear no one.
25He beholdeth every high thing. He is king over all the children of pride.
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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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