ACV - Job - 41

41:1  Can thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

41:2  Can thou put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

41:3  Will he make many supplications to thee? Or will he speak soft words to thee?

41:4  Will he make a covenant with thee, that thou should take him for a servant forever?

41:5  Will thou play with him as with a bird? Or will thou bind him for thy maidens?

41:6  Will the bands make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?

41:7  Can thou fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish-spears?

41:8  Lay thy hand upon him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.

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

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

41:11  Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Under the whole heaven is mine.

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

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

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

41:15  His strong scales are his pride, shut up together like a close seal.

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

41:17  They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they cannot be parted.

41:18  His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

41:19  Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.

41:20  Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot and burning rushes.

41:21  His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes forth from his mouth.

41:22  In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.

41:23  The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm upon him. They cannot be moved.

41:24  His heart is as firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

41:25  When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid. Because of consternation they are beside themselves.

41:26  If a man lays at him with the sword it cannot avail, nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

41:27  He counts iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

41:28  The arrow cannot make him flee. Sling-stones are turned into stubble with him.

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

41:30  His underparts are like sharp potsherds. He spreads out as a threshing-wagon upon the mire.

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

41:32  He makes a path to shine after him. A man would think the deep to be hoary.

41:33  Upon earth there is not his like who is made without fear.

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