Job - Chapter 41
Word of God (continued)
1 "Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook, Or [snare] his tongue with a line [which] you lower?
2 Can you put a reed through his nose, Or pierce his jaw with a hook?
3 Will he make many supplications to you? Will he speak softly to you?
4 Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him as a servant forever?
5 Will you play with him as [with] a bird, Or will you leash him for your maidens?
6 Will [your] companions make a banquet of him? Will they apportion him among the merchants?
7 Can you fill his skin with harpoons, Or his head with fishing spears?
8 Lay your hand on him; Remember the battle -- Never do it again!
9 Indeed, [any] hope of [overcoming] him is false; Shall [one not] be overwhelmed at the sight of him?
10 No one [is so] fierce that he would dare stir him up. Who then is able to stand against Me?
11 Who has preceded Me, that I should pay [him?] Everything under heaven is Mine.
12 "I will not conceal his limbs, His mighty power, or his graceful proportions.
13 Who can remove his outer coat? Who can approach [him] with a double bridle?
14 Who can open the doors of his face, [With] his terrible teeth all around?
15 [His] rows of scales are [his] pride, Shut up tightly [as with] a seal;
16 One is so near another That no air can come between them;
17 They are joined one to another, They stick together and cannot be parted.
18 His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes [are] like the eyelids of the morning.
19 Out of his mouth go burning lights; Sparks of fire shoot out.
20 Smoke goes out of his nostrils, As [from] a boiling pot and burning rushes.
21 His breath kindles coals, And a flame goes out of his mouth.
22 Strength dwells in his neck, And sorrow dances before him.
23 The folds of his flesh are joined together; They are firm on him and cannot be moved.
24 His heart is as hard as stone, Even as hard as the lower [millstone.]
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; Because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
26 [Though] the sword reaches him, it cannot avail; Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.
27 He regards iron as straw, [And] bronze as rotten wood.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones become like stubble to him.
29 Darts are regarded as straw; He laughs at the threat of javelins.
30 His undersides [are] like sharp potsherds; He spreads pointed [marks] in the mire.
31 He makes the deep boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 He leaves a shining wake behind him; [One] would think the deep had white hair.
33 On earth there is nothing like him, Which is made without fear.
34 He beholds every high [thing;] He [is] king over all the children of pride."