Job 41
v1
“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
v2
Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
v3
Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
v4
Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
v5
Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
v6
Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
v7
Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
v8
Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
v9
Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
v10
None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
v11
Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
v12
“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
v13
Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
v14
Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
v15
Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
v16
One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
v17
They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
v18
His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
v19
Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
v20
Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
v21
His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
v22
There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
v23
The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.
v24
His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
v25
When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
v26
If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
v27
He counts iron as straw; and bronze as rotten wood.
v28
The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
v29
Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
v30
His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
v31
He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
v32
He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
v33
On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
v34
He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”