Job, Chapter 41

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 supplications 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 slave forever?
41:5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your maidens?
41:6 Will the bands [of fishermen] make traffic of 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 Look, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be overcome even at the sight of him?
41:10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?
41:11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? [Whatever is] under the whole heaven is mine.
41:12 I will not keep silent concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
41:13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come inside his jaws?
41:14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
41:15 [His] strong scales are [his] back, Shut up together [as with] a close seal.
41:16 One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.
41:17 They are stuck [as close as] a man to his brother; They join together, so that they can't be sundered.
41:18 His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.
41:20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, As of a boiling pot and [burning] rushes.
41:21 His soul kindles coals, And a flame goes forth from his mouth.
41:22 In his neck resides strength, And terror dances before him.
41:23 The flakes of his flesh are stuck: They are firm on him; they can't be moved.
41:24 His heart is as firm as a stone; Yes, firm as the nether millstone.
41:25 When he raises himself up, the gods are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
41:26 If one lays at him with the sword, it can't avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
41:27 He counts iron as straw, [And] bronze as rotten wood.
41:28 The arrow can't make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
41:29 Clubs are counted as stubble: He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
41:30 His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds: He spreads [as it were] a threshing-wain on the mire.
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 to shine after him; One would think the deep to be gray-headed.
41:33 On earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.
41:34 He beholds everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.

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