Job 41

1Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fish-hook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

2Canst thou put a ring into his nose? Or bore his jaw through with a hook?

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

4Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

6Will the bands of fishermen make a banquet of him? Will they part him among the merchants?

7Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? Or his head with fish-spears?

8Lay thy hand upon him; Think upon the battle, thou wilt do so no more.

9Behold, the hope of him is in vain; Shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

10None is so fierce that dare stir him up; Who then is able to stand before Me?

11Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.

12Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, Or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?

13Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?

14Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

15His scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal.

16One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.

17They are joined one to another; They stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

18His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

19Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.

20Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, As out of a seething pot and burning rushes.

21His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth out of his mouth.

22In his neck abideth strength, And dismay danceth before him.

23The flakes of his flesh are joined together; They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

24His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

25When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; By reason of despair they are beside themselves.

26If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

27He esteemeth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.

28The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

29Clubs are accounted as stubble; He laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.

30Sharpest potsherds are under him; He spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.

31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; He maketh the sea like a seething mixture.

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

33Upon earth there is not his like Who is made to be fearless.

34He looketh at all high things; He is king over all the proud beasts.