Job 41
1 Canst thou drawe out Liuiathan with an hooke, and with a line which thou shalt cast downe vnto his tongue?
Canst thou draw out the Crocodile with a fish-hook? Or, with a cord, canst thou fasten down his tongue?
2 Canst thou cast an hooke into his nose? canst thou perce his iawes with an angle?
Wilt thou put a rush-cord on his nose? or, with a thorn, wilt thou pierce his jaw?
3 Will he make many prayers vnto thee, or speake thee faire?
Will he multiply unto thee supplications, or will he speak unto thee softly?
4 Will hee make a couenant with thee? and wilt thou take him as a seruant for euer?
Will he solemnise a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him for a life-long servant?
5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bynd him for thy maydes?
Wilt thou sport with him, as with a little bird? Or wilt thou bind him, for thy maidens?
6 Shall the companions baket with him? shall they deuide him among the marchants?
Shall the companions bargain over him? or will they part him among the traders?
7 Canst thou fill the basket with his skinne? or the fishpanier with his head?
Wilt thou fill, with darts, his skin? or, with fish-spears, his head?
8 Lay thine hand vpon him: remember the battel, and do no more so.
Lay thou upon him thy hand, remember the battle—no more!
9 Behold, his hope is in vaine: for shall not one perish euen at the sight of him?
Lo! any hope of him, hath been found deceptive, Even at the sight of him, shall not one be overwhelmed?
10 None is so fearce that dare stirre him vp. Who is he then that can stand before me?
None so bold, that he will rouse him! Who then is he that, before me, can stand?
11 Who hath preuented mee that I shoulde make an ende? Al vnder heauen is mine.
Who hath forestalled me, that I may repay him? Under all the heavens, mine it is!
12 I will not keepe silence concerning his partes, nor his power nor his comely proportion.
I will not pass by in silence his parts, or the matter of strength, or the grace of his armour.
13 Who can discouer the face of his garmet? or who shall come to him with a double bridle?
Who hath removed his outer garment, through his double row of teeth, who would enter?
14 Who shall open the doores of his face? his teeth are fearefull round about.
The doors of his face, who hath opened? The circles of his teeth, are a terror!
15 The maiestie of his scales is like strog shields, and are sure sealed.
A pride, are his arched sides, closed up, with a firm seal;
16 One is set to another, that no winde can come betweene them.
One to another, they join, and, air, cannot enter between them;
17 One is ioyned to another: they sticke together, that they cannot be sundered.
Each to its fellow, they cleave, they grasp each other, and cannot be parted;
18 His niesings make the light to shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
His sneezings, flash forth light, and, his eyes, are like the eyelashes of the dawn;
19 Out of his mouth go lampes, and sparkes of fire leape out.
Out of his mouth, torches dart forth, sparks of fire, escape;
20 Out of his nostrels commeth out smoke, as out of a boyling pot or caldron.
Out of his nostrils, proceedeth smoke, like a blown pot and rushes;
21 His breath maketh the coales burne: for a flame goeth out of his mouth.
His breath, setteth coals ablaze, and, a flame, out of his mouth, proceedeth;
22 In his necke remayneth strength, and labour is reiected before his face.
In his neck, lodgeth strength, and, before him, danceth dismay;
23 The members of his bodie are ioyned: they are strong in themselues, and cannot be mooued.
The dewlaps of his flesh, cleave together, hardened upon him, they cannot be moved;
24 His heart is as strong as a stone, and as hard as the nether milstone.
His heart, is hardened like a stone, yea hardened, like the nether millstone;
25 The mightie are afrayd of his maiestie, and for feare they faint in themselues.
At his rising up, mighty men are afraid, by reason of terror, they are beside themselves:
26 When the sword doeth touch him, he will not rise vp, nor for the speare, dart nor habergeon.
As for him that assaileth him, the sword availeth not, spear, dart, or coat of mail:
27 He esteemeth yron as strawe, and brasse as rotten wood.
He counteth iron as broken straw, and bronze as rotten wood:
28 The archer canot make him flee: ye stones of the sling are turned into stubble vnto him:
The arrow, will not make him flee, Into chaff, are sling-stones changed by him:
29 The dartes are counted as strawe: and hee laugheth at the shaking of the speare.
As a straw, is a club accounted, and he laugheth at the whir of the javelin;
30 Sharpe stones are vnder him, and he spreadeth sharpe things vpon the myre.
His underparts, are points of potsherd, a pointed threshing roller spreadeth out upon the slime:
31 He maketh the depth to boyle like a pot, and maketh the sea like a pot of oyntment.
He causeth to boil, as a cauldron, the raging deep, the sea, he maketh like a brewing vessel:
32 He maketh a path to shine after him: one would thinke the depth as an hoare head.
After him, he lighteth up a path, one might think the resounding deep to be hoary!
33 In the earth there is none like him: hee is made without feare.
There is not—upon the dust—his like, that hath been made to be without fear;
34 He beholdeth al hie things: he is a King ouer all the children of pride.
Every thing lofty, he beholdeth, he, is king over all ravenous beasts.
