Job 41

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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