LEB - Job - 41

41:1  “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or ⌞can you tie down its mouth with a cord⌟?

41:2  Can you put a rope in its nose? Or can you pierce its jawbone with a hook?

41:3  Will it make numerous pleas for mercy to you? Or will it speak gentle words to you?

41:4  Will it make a covenant with you? Will you take it as a slave forever?

41:5  Will you play with it as with birds and put it on a leash for your girls?

41:6  Will guildsmen bargain over it? Will they divide it between tradesmen?

41:7  Can you fill its kin with harpoons or its head with fish spears?

41:8  Lay your hands on it; think about the battle—you will not do it again!

41:9  “Look, ⌞the hope of capturing it⌟ is false. Will one be hurled down even at its sight?

41:10  Is it not fierce when somebody stirs it? Who then is he who would stand ⌞before it⌟?

41:11  Who has come to confront me, that I should repay him? Under all the heavens, ⌞it belongs to me⌟.

41:12  “I will not keep quiet concerning its limbs or concerning the extent of its might and the gracefulness of its frame.

41:13  Who can strip off ⌞its outer covering⌟? Who can penetrate its double harness?

41:14  Who can open the doors of its face? Its teeth all around are fearsome.

41:15  Its back has scales of shields; it is shut up closely as with a seal.

41:16  They are close ⌞to one another⌟— even the air cannot come between them.

41:17  They are joined ⌞one to another⌟; they cling together and cannot be separated.

41:18  “Its snorting flashes forth light, and its eyes are ⌞red like dawn⌟.

41:19  Torches go from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out.

41:20  Smoke comes from its nostrils as from a kettle boiling and burning bulrushes.

41:21  Its breath kindles charcoal, and a flame comes from its mouth.

41:22  “Strength abides in its neck, and dismay dances ⌞before it⌟.

41:23  Its flesh’s folds of skin cling together; it is cast on it—it will not be moved.

41:24  Its heart is cast as stone; yes, it is cast as the lower millstone.

41:25  ⌞When it raises itself⌟, the mighty ones are terrified; they retreat because of its thrashing.

41:26  Reaching it with the sword does not avail, nor with the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

41:27  It regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.

41:28  ⌞An arrow⌟ will not make it flee; sling stones are turned to stubble for it.

41:29  Clubs are regarded as stubble, and it laughs at the short sword’s rattle.

41:30  “Its underparts are shards of a potsherd; it moves over mud like a threshing sledge.

41:31  It makes the deep boil like a cooking pot; it makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

41:32  Behind it, ⌞it leaves a glistening wake⌟; one would think that the deep has gray hair.

41:33  “⌞On the ground it has no equal⌟— a creature without fear.

41:34  It observes all the lofty; it is king ⌞over all that are proud⌟.”