Job β Chapter 41
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1Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?β2Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?β3Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?β4Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?β5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?β6Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?β7Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?β8Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.β9Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?β10None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?β11Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.β12I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.β13Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?β14Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.β15His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.β16One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.β17They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.β18By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.β19Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.β20Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.β21His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.β22In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.β23The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.β24His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.β25When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.β26The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.β27He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.β28The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.β29Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.β30Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.β31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.β32He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.β33Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.β34He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.β