Job 41
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1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? 2 Canst
thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a
thorn? 3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? will
he speak soft words unto thee? 4 Will he make a
covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? 5 Wilt
thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him
for thy maidens? 6 Shall the companions make a banquet
of him? shall they part him among the merchants? 7 Canst
thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish
spears? 8 Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle,
do no more. 9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall
not one be cast down even at the sight of him? 10 None
is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to
stand before me?
11 Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him?
whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine. 12 I
will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely
proportion. 13 Who can discover the face of his garment?
or who can come to him with his double bridle? 14 Who
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. 16 One is
so near to another, that no air can come between them. 17 They
are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot
be sundered. 18 By his neesings a light doth shine, and
his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. 19 Out
of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a
seething pot or caldron. 21 His breath kindleth coals,
and a flame goeth out of his mouth. 22 In his neck
remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him. 23 The
flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in
themselves; they cannot be moved. 24 His heart is as
firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
25 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by
reason of breakings they purify themselves. 26 The sword
of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor
the habergeon. 27 He esteemeth iron as straw, and
brass as rotten wood. 28 The arrow cannot make him flee:
slingstones are turned with him into stubble. 29 Darts
are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. 30 Sharp
stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things
upon the mire. 31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:
he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. 32 He maketh a
path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be
hoary. 33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made
without fear. 34 He beholdeth all high things: he
is a king over all the children of pride. |