AFV2020 - Job - 41

41:1  "Can you draw out the leviathan with a hook, or hold down his tongue with a cord?

41:2  Can you put a ring into his nose, or pierce his jaw with a gaff hook?

41:3  Will he multiply pleas for help to you? Will he speak soft words to you?

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

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

41:6  Shall traders bargain over him? Shall they divide him among the merchants?

41:7  Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fishing spears?

41:8  Lay your hand on him, think of the battle; you will never do it again.

41:9  Behold, your expectation is vain; will you be laid low even at the sight of him?

41:10  None is so fierce as to dare to stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?

41:11  Who has gone before Me that I should repay him? All that is in the heavens is Mine.

41:12  I will not keep silent concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or the grace of his frame.

41:13  Who can strip off his outer armor? Who can penetrate within his double jaws?

41:14  Who can open the doors to his face, with his terrible teeth all around?

41:15  The rows of scales are his pride, shut up with a closed 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 separated.

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

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

41:20  Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a boiling pot fired by reeds.

41:21  His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.

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

41:23  The folds of his flesh are joined together, cast firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

41:24  His heart is cast hard as a stone, even cast hard as the lower millstone.

41:25  The mighty are afraid when he raises himself up; they are beside themselves because of his crashing.

41:26  If the sword is thrust at him, it will not hold firm, nor the spear, the dart, and the javelin.

41:27  He esteems iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.

41:28  An arrow cannot make him flee; sling-stones are turned by him into stubble.

41:29  Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the shaking of a javelin.

41:30  Sharpest potsherds line his belly; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge.

41:31  He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a seething mixture.

41:32  Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep abyss to be gray-headed.

41:33  On earth there is nothing like him, who is made to be fearless.

41:34  He beholds every thing that is high; he is a king over all the children of pride."