Rotherham - Job - 41

41:1  Canst thou draw out the Crocodile with a fish-hook? Or, with a cord, canst thou fasten down his tongue?

41:2  Wilt thou put a rush-cord on his nose? or, with a thorn, wilt thou pierce his jaw?

41:3  Will he multiply unto thee supplications, or will he speak unto thee softly?

41:4  Will he solemnise a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him for a life-long servant?

41:5  Wilt thou sport with him, as with a little bird? Or wilt thou bind him, for thy maidens?

41:6  Shall the companions bargain over him? or will they part him among the traders?

41:7  Wilt thou fill, with darts, his skin? or, with fish-spears, his head?

41:8  Lay thou upon him thy hand, remember the battle—no more!

41:9  Lo! any hope of him, hath been found deceptive, Even at the sight of him, shall not one be overwhelmed?

41:10  None so bold, that he will rouse him! Who then is he that, before me, can stand?

41:11  Who hath forestalled me, that I may repay him? Under all the heavens, mine it is!

41:12  I will not pass by in silence his parts, or the matter of strength, or the grace of his armour.

41:13  Who hath removed his outer garment, through his double row of teeth, who would enter?

41:14  The doors of his face, who hath opened? The circles of his teeth, are a terror!

41:15  A pride, are his arched sides, closed up, with a firm seal;

41:16  One to another, they join, and, air, cannot enter between them;

41:17  Each to its fellow, they cleave, they grasp each other, and cannot be parted;

41:18  His sneezings, flash forth light, and, his eyes, are like the eyelashes of the dawn;

41:19  Out of his mouth, torches dart forth, sparks of fire, escape;

41:20  Out of his nostrils, proceedeth smoke, like a blown pot and rushes;

41:21  His breath, setteth coals ablaze, and, a flame, out of his mouth, proceedeth;

41:22  In his neck, lodgeth strength, and, before him, danceth dismay;

41:23  The dewlaps of his flesh, cleave together, hardened upon him, they cannot be moved;

41:24  His heart, is hardened like a stone, yea hardened, like the nether millstone;

41:25  At his rising up, mighty men are afraid, by reason of terror, they are beside themselves:

41:26  As for him that assaileth him, the sword availeth not, spear, dart, or coat of mail:

41:27  He counteth iron as broken straw, and bronze as rotten wood:

41:28  The arrow, will not make him flee, Into chaff, are sling-stones changed by him:

41:29  As a straw, is a club accounted, and he laugheth at the whir of the javelin;

41:30  His underparts, are points of potsherd, a pointed threshing roller spreadeth out upon the slime:

41:31  He causeth to boil, as a cauldron, the raging deep, the sea, he maketh like a brewing vessel:

41:32  After him, he lighteth up a path, one might think the resounding deep to be hoary!

41:33  There is not—upon the dust—his like, that hath been made to be without fear;

41:34  Every thing lofty, he beholdeth, he, is king over all ravenous beasts.