Job-41

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v1

“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook or press down his tongue with a cord?

v2

Can you put a rope in his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?

v3

Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak to you soft words?

v4

Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever?

v5

Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on a leash for your girls?

v6

Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants?

v7

Can you fill his skin with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?

v8

Lay your hands on him; remember the battle—you will not do it again!

v9

Behold, the hope of a man is false; he is laid low even at the sight of him.

v10

No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

v11

Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.

v12

“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame.

v13

Who can strip off his outer garment? Who would come near him with a bridle?

v14

Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.

v15

His back is made of rows of shields, shut up closely as with a seal.

v16

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

v17

They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated.

v18

His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.

v19

Out of his mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap forth.

v20

Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.

v21

His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth from his mouth.

v22

In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.

v23

The folds of his flesh stick together, firmly cast on him and immovable.

v24

His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the lower millstone.

v25

When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves.

v26

Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail, nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

v27

He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.

v28

The arrow cannot make him flee; for him, sling stones are turned to stubble.

v29

Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins.

v30

His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.

v31

He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

v32

Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be white-haired.

v33

On earth there is not his like, a creature without fear.

v34

He sees everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride.”


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