RLT - Job - 41

41:1  Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?

41:2  Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?

41:3  Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?

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

41:5  Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

41:6  Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?

41:7  Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?

41:8  Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.

41:9  Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

41:10  None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?

41:11  Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

41:12  I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.

41:13  Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?

41:14  Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

41:15  His scales are his pride, shut up together as 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, that they cannot be sundered.

41:18  By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

41:19  Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.

41:20  Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

41:21  His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

41:22  In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow danceth before him.

41:23  The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

41:24  His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

41:25  When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

41:26  The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor armour.

41:27  He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

41:28  The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

41:29  Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

41:30  Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

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

41:32  He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.

41:33  Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.

41:34  He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.