Job 41

1verse“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

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

3verseWill he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?

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

5verseWill you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?

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

7verseCan you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?

8verseLay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.

9verseBehold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?

10verseNone is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

11verseWho has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.

12verse“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

13verseWho can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?

14verseWho can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.

15verseStrong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.

16verseOne is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

17verseThey are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.

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

19verseOut of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.

20verseOut of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

21verseHis breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.

22verseThere is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.

23verseThe flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.

24verseHis heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.

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

26verseIf one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

27verseHe counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.

28verseThe arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

29verseClubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

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

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

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

33verseOn earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.

34verseHe sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”