Noyes - Job - 41

41:1  Canst thou draw forth the crocodile with a hook, Or press down his tongue with a cord?

41:2  Canst thou put a rope into his nose, Or pierce his cheek with a hook?

41:3  Will he make many entreaties to thee? Will he speak soft words to thee?

41:4  Will he make a covenant with thee? Canst thou take him for a servant for ever?

41:5  Canst thou play with him, as with a bird? Or canst thou bind him for thy maidens?

41:6  Do men in company lay snares for him? Do they divide him among the merchants?

41:7  Canst thou fill his skirt with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?

41:8  Do but lay thy hand upon him,—Thou wilt no more think of battle!

41:9  Behold, his hope is vain! Is he not cast down at the very sight of him?

41:10  None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?

41:11  Who hath done me a favor, that I must repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.

41:12  I will not be silent concerning his limbs, And his strength, and the beauty of his armor.

41:13  Who can uncover the surface of his garment? Who will approach his jaws?

41:14  Who will open the doors of his face? The rows of his teeth are terrible!

41:15  His glory is his strong shields, United with each other, as with a close seal.

41:16  They are joined one to another, So that no air can come between them.

41:17  They cleave fast to each other, They hold together, and cannot be separated.

41:18  His sneezing sendeth forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelashes of the morning.

41:19  Out of his mouth go flames, And sparks of fire leap forth.

41:20  From his nostrils issueth smoke, as from a heated pot, or caldron.

41:21  His breath kindleth coals, And flames issue from his mouth.

41:22  In his neck dwelleth strength, And terror danceth before him.

41:23  The flakes of his flesh cleave fast together; They are firm upon him, and cannot be moved.

41:24  His heart is solid like a stone; Yea, solid like the nether millstone.

41:25  When he riseth up, the mighty are afraid; Yea, they lose themselves for terror.

41:26  The sword of him that assaileth him doth not stand, The spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

41:27  He regardeth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.

41:28  The arrow cannot make him flee; Sling-stones to him become stubble;

41:29  Clubs are accounted by him as straw; He laugheth at the shaking of the spear.

41:30  Under him are sharp potsherds; He spreadeth out a thrashing-sledge upon the mire.

41:31  He maketh the deep to boil like a caldron; He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

41:32  Behind him he leaveth a shining path; One would think the deep to be hoary.

41:33  Upon the earth there is not his master; He is made without fear.

41:34  He looketh down upon all that is high; He is king over all the sons of pride.