Job 41

¹Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fish hook? or press down his tongue with a cord? ²Canst thou put a rope into his nose? or pierce his jaw through with a hook? ³Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak soft words unto thee? ⁴Will he make a covenant with thee, that thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever? ⁵Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? ⁶Shall the bands of fishermenmake traffic of him? shall they part him among the merchants? ⁷Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears? ⁸Lay thine hand upon him; remember the battle, and do so no more. ⁹Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? ¹⁰None is so fierce that he dare stir him up: who then is he that can stand before me? ¹¹Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? whatsoever isunder the whole heaven is mine. ¹²I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his comely proportion. ¹³Who can strip off his outer garment? who shall come within his double bridle? ¹⁴Who can open the doors of his face? round about his teeth is terror. ¹⁵His strong scales are hispride, shut up together as witha close seal. ¹⁶One is so near to another, that no air can come between them. ¹⁷They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered. ¹⁸His neesings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. ¹⁹Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth. ²⁰Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, as of a seething pot and burningrushes. ²¹His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth forth from his mouth. ²²In his neck abideth strength, and terror danceth before him. ²³The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved. ²⁴His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone. ²⁵When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: by reason of consternation they are beside themselves. ²⁶If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft. ²⁷He counteth iron as straw, andbrass as rotten wood. ²⁸The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble. ²⁹Clubs are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the rushing of the javelin. ³⁰His underparts are likesharp potsherds: he spreadeth as it werea threshing wain upon the mire. ³¹He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like ointment. ³²He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary. ³³Upon earth there is not his like, that is made without fear. ³⁴He beholdeth every thing that is high: he is king over all the sons of pride.