Job Chapter 41 Back Next{41:1} "Can you draw out
Leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
{41:2} Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
{41:3} Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
{41:4} Will he make a
covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
{41:5} Will you play with him as with a
bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
{41:6} Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the
merchants?
{41:7} Can you fill his skin with barbed
irons, or his head with fish spears?
{41:8} Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
{41:9} Behold, the
hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?
{41:10} None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
{41:11} Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the
heavens is mine.
{41:12} "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
{41:13} Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
{41:14} Who can open the
doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
{41:15} Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
{41:16} One is so near to another, that no
air can come between them.
{41:17} They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
{41:18} His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
{41:19} Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of
fire leap forth.
{41:20} Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
{41:21} His breath kindles
coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
{41:22} There is strength in his neck. Terror
dances before him.
{41:23} The flakes of his
flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
{41:24} His
heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
{41:25} When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
{41:26} If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the
dart, nor the pointed shaft.
{41:27} He counts iron as straw; and
brass as rotten wood.
{41:28} The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like
chaff to him.
{41:29} Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the
javelin.
{41:30} His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
{41:31} He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
{41:32} He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white
hair.
{41:33} On
earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
{41:34} He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."
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