LITV - 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 reed rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw with a thorn?

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

41:4  Will he cut a covenant with you; will you take him for a slave forever?

41:5  Will you play with him as with a bird; or will you tie him up for your maidens?

41:6  Shall your partners 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  Put your hand on him; remember the battle; you will not do it again!

41:9  Behold, his hope has been made false; will he not be cast down 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? All under the heavens, it is Mine!

41:12  I will not keep silent as to his limbs, or the matter of his powers, or the grace of his frame.

41:13  Who can take off the face of his covering; who can come with his double bridle?

41:14  Who can pry open the doors of his face? Terror is all around his teeth.

41:15  The rows of shields are his pride, shut up with a tight seal;

41:16  one is so near to another that no air can come between them;

41:17  they are joined to one another; they clasp each other, so that they cannot be separated.

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

41:19  Out of his mouth go burning torches; sparks of fire fly out.

41:20  Smoke goes out of his nostrils like a boiling pot fired by reeds.

41:21  His breath kindles coals and the flame goes out from his mouth.

41:22  Strength abides in his neck and terror dances before him.

41:23  The folds of flesh cleave together, cast firm on him; he cannot be moved.

41:24  His heart is cast hard as a stone, even cast hard as a piece of riding millstone.

41:25  The mighty are afraid from his arising; from the crashings they miss the way.

41:26  The sword overtakes him, but will not hold firm, nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

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

41:28  A son of a bow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned to stubble by him;

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

41:30  Points of potsherds are under him; he spreads sharp marks on the mire.

41:31  He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment;

41:32  he makes a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be grayheaded.

41:33  There is nothing like him on earth, one made without fear.

41:34  He beholds all high things ; he is king over all the sons of pride.