NHEB - Job - 41

41:1  "Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

41:2  Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

41:3  Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?

41:4  Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?

41:5  Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?

41:6  Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?

41:7  Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?

41:8  Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.

41:9  Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won't 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 who can stand before me?

41:11  Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens 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? Around his teeth is terror.

41:15  Strong scales are his pride, shut up together 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 can't be pulled apart.

41:18  His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

41:19  Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.

41:20  Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

41:21  His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.

41:22  There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.

41:23  The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.

41:24  His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.

41:25  When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.

41:26  If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

41:27  He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.

41:28  The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

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

41:30  His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

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

41:32  He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.

41:33  On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.

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