Job 41

1Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down--his tongue?

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

2Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?

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

3Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?

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

4Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?

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

5Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?

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

6(Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)

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

7Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?

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

8Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle--do not add!

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

9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?

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

10None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who <FI>is<Fi> he before Me stationeth himself?

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

11Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it <FI>is<Fi> mine.

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

12I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.

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

13Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?

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

14The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth <FI>are<Fi> terrible.

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

15A pride--strong ones of shields, Shut up--a close seal.

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

16One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.

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

17One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated.

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

18His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes <FI>are<Fi> as the eyelids of the dawn.

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

19Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.

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

20Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.

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

21His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.

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

22In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.

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

23The flakes of his flesh have adhered--Firm upon him--it is not moved.

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

24His heart <FI>is<Fi> firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.

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

25From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.

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

26The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear--dart--and lance.

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27He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.

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28The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

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29As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

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30Under him <FI>are<Fi> sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.

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31He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.

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32After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.

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33There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.

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34Every high thing he doth see, He <FI>is<Fi> king over all sons of pride.

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