YLT - Job - 41

41:1  Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down--his tongue?

41:2  Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?

41:3  Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?

41:4  Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?

41:5  Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?

41:6  (Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)

41:7  Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?

41:8  Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle--do not add!

41:9  Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?

41:10  None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who is he before Me stationeth himself?

41:11  Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it is mine.

41:12  I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.

41:13  Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?

41:14  The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth are terrible.

41:15  A pride--strong ones of shields, Shut up--a close seal.

41:16  One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.

41:17  One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated.

41:18  His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes are as the eyelids of the dawn.

41:19  Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.

41:20  Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.

41:21  His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.

41:22  In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.

41:23  The flakes of his flesh have adhered--Firm upon him--it is not moved.

41:24  His heart is firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.

41:25  From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.

41:26  The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear--dart--and lance.

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

41:28  The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

41:29  As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

41:30  Under him are sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.

41:31  He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.

41:32  After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.

41:33  There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.

41:34  Every high thing he doth see, He is king over all sons of pride.