Job Chapter 41
1 | Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? | 2 | Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn? | 3 | Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee? | 4 | Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? | 5 | Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? | 6 | Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants? | 7 | Canst thou fill his skin with barbed iron? or his head with fish spears? | 8 | Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more. | 9 | Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? | 10 | None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me? | 11 | Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine. | 12 | I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion. | 13 | Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle? | 14 | Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about. | 15 | His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal. | 16 | One is so near to another, that no air can come between them. | 17 | They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered. | 18 | By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. | 19 | Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. | 20 | Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. | 21 | His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. | 22 | In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him. | 23 | The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved. | 24 | His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. | 25 | When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves. | 26 | The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. | 27 | He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. | 28 | The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble. | 29 | Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. | 30 | Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. | 31 | He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. | 32 | He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary. | 33 | Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. | 34 | He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride. |