The Book of Job (WEB)

41: 1"Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook?
      Or press down his tongue with a cord?

 ^41:2Can you put a rope into his nose?
      Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

 ^41:3Will he make many petitions to you?
      Or will he speak soft words to you?

 ^41:4Will he make a covenant with you,
      That you should take him for a servant forever?

 ^41:5Will you play with him as with a bird?
      Or will you bind him for your girls?

 ^41:6Will traders barter for him?
      Will they part him among the merchants?

 ^41:7Can you fill his skin with barbed irons,
      Or his head with fish-spears?

 ^41:8Lay your hand on him.
      Remember the battle, and do so no more.

 ^41:9Behold, the hope of him is in vain.
      Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

 ^41:10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up.
      Who then is he who can stand before me?

 ^41:11Who has first given to me, that I should repay him?
      Everything under the heavens is mine.

  ^41:12"I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,
      Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

 ^41:13Who can strip off his outer garment?
      Who shall come within his jaws?

 ^41:14Who can open the doors of his face?
      Around his teeth is terror.

 ^41:15Strong scales are his pride,
      Shut up together with a close seal.

 ^41:16One is so near to another,
      That no air can come between them.

 ^41:17They are joined one to another;
      They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.

 ^41:18His sneezing flashes forth light,
      His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

 ^41:19Out of his mouth go burning torches,
      Sparks of fire leap forth.

 ^41:20Out of his nostrils a smoke goes,
      As of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

 ^41:21His breath kindles coals.
      A flame goes forth from his mouth.

 ^41:22In his neck there is strength.
      Terror dances before him.

 ^41:23The flakes of his flesh are joined together.
      They are firm on him. They can't be moved.

 ^41:24His heart is as firm as a stone,
      Yes, firm as the lower millstone.

 ^41:25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid.
      They retreat before his thrashing.

 ^41:26If one lay at him with the sword, it can't avail;
      Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

 ^41:27He counts iron as straw;
      And brass as rotten wood.

 ^41:28The arrow can't make him flee.
      Sling stones are like chaff to him.

 ^41:29Clubs are counted as stubble.
      He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

 ^41:30His undersides are like sharp potsherds,
      Leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

 ^41:31He makes the deep to boil like a pot.
      He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

 ^41:32He makes a path to shine after him.
      One would think the deep had white hair.

 ^41:33On earth there is not his equal,
      That is made without fear.

 ^41:34He sees everything that is high:
      He is king over all the sons of pride."

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