Job 41

1I will not stir him up, like one that is cruel, for who can resist my countenance?

1Is it possible for Leviathan to be pulled out with a fish-hook, or for a hook to be put through the bone of his mouth?

2Who hath given me before that I should repay him? All things that are under heaven are mine.

2Will you put a cord into his nose, or take him away with a cord round his tongue?

3I will not spare him, nor his mighty words, and framed to make supplication.

3Will he make prayers to you, or say soft words to you?

4Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can go into the midst of his mouth?

4Will he make an agreement with you, so that you may take him as a servant for ever?

5Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

5Will you make sport with him, as with a bird? or put him in chains for your young women?

6His body is like molten shields, shut close up with scales pressing upon one another.

6Will the fishermen make profit out of him? will they have him cut up for the traders?

7One is joined to another, and not so much as any air can come between them:

7Will you put sharp-pointed irons into his skin, or fish-spears into his head?

8They stick one to another and they hold one another fast, and shall not be separated.

8Only put your hand on him, and see what a fight you will have; you will not do it again!

9His sneezing is like the shining of fire, and his eyes like the eyelids of the morning.

9Truly, the hope of his attacker is false; he is overcome even on seeing him!

10Out of his mouth go forth lamps, like torches of lighted fire.

10He is so cruel that no one is ready to go against him. Who then is able to keep his place before me?

11Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, like that of a pot heated and boiling.

11Who ever went against me, and got the better of me? There is no one under heaven!

12His breath kindleth coals, and a flame cometh forth out of his mouth.

12I will not keep quiet about the parts of his body, or about his power, and the strength of his frame.

13In his neck strength shall dwell, and want goeth before his face.

13Who has ever taken off his outer skin? who may come inside his inner coat of iron?

14The members of his flesh cleave one to another: he shall send lightnings against him, and they shall not be carried to another place.

14Who has made open the doors of his face? Fear is round about his teeth.

15His heart shall be as hard as a stone, and as firm as a smith's anvil.

15His back is made of lines of plates, joined tight together, one against the other, like a stamp.

16When he shall raise him up, the angels shall fear, and being affrighted shall purify themselves.

16One is so near to the other that no air may come between them.

17When a sword shall lay at him, it shall not be able to hold, nor a spear, nor a breastplate.

17They take a grip of one another; they are joined together, so that they may not be parted.

18For he shall esteem iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

18His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.

19The archer shall not put him to flight, the stones of the sling are to him like stubble.

19Out of his mouth go burning lights, and flames of fire are jumping up.

20As stubble will he esteem the hammer, and he will laugh him to scorn who shaketh the spear.

20Smoke comes out of his nose, like a pot boiling on the fire.

21The beams of the sun shall be under him, and he shall strew gold under him like mire.

21His breath puts fire to coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.

22He shall make the deep sea to boil like a pot, and shall make it as when ointments boil.

22Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.

23A path shall shine after him, he shall esteem the deep as growing old.

23The plates of his flesh are joined together, fixed, and not to be moved.

24There is no power upon earth that can be compared with him who was made to fear no one.

24His heart is as strong as a stone, hard as the lower crushing-stone.

25He beholdeth every high thing, he is king over all the children of pride.

25When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear.

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26The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.

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27Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.

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28The arrow is not able to put him to flight: stones are no more to him than dry stems.

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29A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.

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30Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.

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31The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.

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32After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.

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33On earth there is not another like him, who is made without fear.

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34Everything which is high goes in fear of him; he is king over all the sons of pride.