Darby - Job - 41

41:1  Wilt thou draw out the leviathan with the hook, and press down his tongue with a cord?

41:2  Wilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike?

41:3  Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee?

41:4  Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever?

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

41:6  Shall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants?

41:7  Wilt thou fill his skin with darts, and his head with fish-spears?

41:8  Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, — do no more!

41:9  Lo, hope as to him is belied: is not one cast down even at the sight of him?

41:10  None is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me?

41:11  Who hath first given to me, that I should repay [him]? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine.

41:12  I will not be silent as to his parts, the story of his power, and the beauty of his structure.

41:13  Who can uncover the surface of his garment? who can come within his double jaws?

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

41:15  The rows of his shields are a 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 each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered.

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

41:19  Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out:

41:20  Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron.

41:21  His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

41:22  In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him.

41:23  The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved.

41:24  His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether [millstone].

41:25  When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation.

41:26  If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.

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

41:28  The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

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

41:30  His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge 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 the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary.

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

41:34  He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.