NETtext - Job - 41

41:1  "Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook, and tie down its tongue with a rope?

41:2  Can you put a cord through its nose, or pierce its jaw with a hook?

41:3  Will it make numerous supplications to you, will it speak to you with tender words?

41:4  Will it make a pact with you, so you could take it as your slave for life?

41:5  Can you play with it, like a bird, or tie it on a leash for your girls?

41:6  Will partners bargain for it? Will they divide it up among the merchants?

41:7  Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears?

41:8  If you lay your hand on it, you will remember the fight, and you will never do it again!

41:9  See, his expectation is wrong, he is laid low even at the sight of it.

41:10  Is it not fierce when it is awakened? Who is he, then, who can stand before it?

41:11  (Who has confronted me that I should repay? Everything under heaven belongs to me!)

41:12  I will not keep silent about its limbs, and the extent of its might, and the grace of its arrangement.

41:13  Who can uncover its outer covering? Who can penetrate to the inside of its armor?

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

41:15  Its back has rows of shields, shut up closely together as with a seal;

41:16  each one is so close to the next that no air can come between them.

41:17  They lock tightly together, one to the next; they cling together and cannot be separated.

41:18  Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the red glow of dawn.

41:19  Out of its mouth go flames, sparks of fire shoot forth!

41:20  Smoke streams from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning rushes.

41:21  Its breath sets coals ablaze and a flame shoots from its mouth.

41:22  Strength lodges in its neck, and despair runs before it.

41:23  The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on it, immovable.

41:24  Its heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.

41:25  When it rises up, the mighty are terrified, at its thrashing about they withdraw.

41:26  Whoever strikes it with a sword will have no effect, nor with the spear, arrow, or dart.

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

41:28  Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones become like chaff to it.

41:29  A club is counted as a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance.

41:30  Its underparts are the sharp points of potsherds, it leaves its mark in the mud like a threshing sledge.

41:31  It makes the deep boil like a cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment,

41:32  It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had a head of white hair.

41:33  The likes of it is not on earth, a creature without fear.

41:34  It looks on every haughty being; it is king over all that are proud."