Chapter 41

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

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