Job 41
1Can you draw out leviathan with a hook? or his tongue with a cord which you let down?
2Can you put a rope in his nose? or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
3Will he make many supplications unto you? will he speak soft words unto you?
4Will he make a covenant with you? will you take him for a servant forever?
5Will you play with him as with a bird? or will you leash him for your maidens?
6Shall your companions make a banquet of him? shall they apportion him among the merchants?
7Can you fill his skin with harpoons? or his head with fish spears?
8Lay your hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
9Behold, the hope of subduing him is in vain: shall one not be cast down even at the sight of him?
10None is so fierce that would dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
11Who has given to me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
12I will not conceal his limbs, nor his power, nor his graceful proportion.
13Who can remove the face of his garment? or who can approach him with a double bridle?
14Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible all around.
15His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
16One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
17They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be parted.
18By his sneezings a light flashes, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
20Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a boiling pot or caldron.
21His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
22In his neck remains strength, and sorrow is turned into dancing before him.
23The folds of his flesh are joined together: they are firm on him; they cannot be moved.
24His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone.
25When he raises up himself, the mighty are afraid: because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
26The sword of him that reaches him cannot avail: neither the spear, the dart, nor the javelin.
27He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28The arrow cannot make him flee: clingstones with him are turned into stubble.
29Darts are counted as straw: he laughs at the threat of a javelin.
30His undersides are like sharp stones: he spreads sharp pointed marks upon the mire.
31He makes the deep boil like a pot: he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32He leaves a path shining after him; one would think the deep to have white hair.
33Upon earth there is not his like, which is made without fear.
34He beholds every high thing: he is a king over all the children of pride.
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