Job 41

1Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?

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?

2Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?

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

3Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?

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

4Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?

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

5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

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

6Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?

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

7Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?

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

8Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.

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

9Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

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

10None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?

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

11Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

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

12I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.

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

13Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?

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

14Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

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

15His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.

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

16One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

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

17They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

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

18By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

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

19Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.

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

20Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

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

21His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

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

22In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

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

23The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

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

24His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

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

25When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

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

26The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

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

27He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

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

28The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

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

29Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

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

30Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

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

31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

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

32He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.

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

33Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.

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

34He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.

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