ASV - Job - 41

41:1  Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

41:2  Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

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

41:4  Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

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

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

41:7  Canst 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 one 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 that can stand before me?

41:11  Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is 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  Hisstrong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with 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 sundered.

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 goeth, As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.

41:21  His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.

41:22  In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth 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 raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.

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

41:27  He counteth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.

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

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

41:30  His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.

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

41:32  He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.

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

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