Job 41
1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fish-hook? or press down his tongue with a cord?
| תִּמְשֹׁךְ לִוְיָתָן בְּחַכָּה וּבְחֶבֶל תַּשְׁקִיעַ לְשֹׁנֽוֹ׃ |
2 Canst thou put a ring into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a hook?
| הֲתָשִׂים אַגְמוֹן בְּאַפּוֹ וּבְחוֹחַ תִּקּוֹב לֶֽחֱיוֹ׃ |
3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak soft words unto thee?
| הֲיַרְבֶּה אֵלֶיךָ תַּחֲנוּנִים אִם־יְדַבֵּר אֵלֶיךָ רַכּֽוֹת׃ |
4 Will he make a covenant with thee, that thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?
| הֲיִכְרֹת בְּרִית עִמָּךְ תִּקָּחֶנּוּ לְעֶבֶד עוֹלָֽם׃ |
5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
| הֽ͏ַתְשַׂחֶק־בּוֹ כַּצִּפּוֹר וְתִקְשְׁרֶנּוּ לְנַעֲרוֹתֶֽיךָ׃ |
6 Will the bands of fishermen make a banquet of him? Will they part him among the merchants?
| יִכְרוּ עָלָיו חַבָּרִים יֶחֱצוּהוּ בֵּין כְּֽנַעֲנִֽים׃ |
7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish-spears?
| הַֽתְמַלֵּא בְשֻׂכּוֹת עוֹרוֹ וּבְצִלְצַל דָּגִים רֹאשֽׁוֹ׃ |
8 Lay thy hand upon him; think upon the battle, thou wilt do so no more.
| שִׂים־עָלָיו כַּפֶּךָ זְכֹר מִלְחָמָה אַל־תּוֹסַֽף׃ |
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
| הֵן־תֹּחַלְתּוֹ נִכְזָבָה הֲגַם אֶל־מַרְאָיו יֻטָֽל׃ |
10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?
| לֹֽא־אַכְזָר כִּי יְעוּרֶנּוּ וּמִי הוּא לְפָנַי יִתְיַצָּֽב׃ |
11 Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.
| מִי הִקְדִּימַנִי וַאֲשַׁלֵּם תַּחַת כָּל־הַשָּׁמַיִם לִי־הֽוּא׃ |
12 Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?
| לא־לֽוֹ־אַחֲרִישׁ בַּדָּיו וּדְבַר־גְּבוּרוֹת וְחִין עֶרְכּֽוֹ׃ |
13 Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?
| מִֽי־גִלָּה פְּנֵי לְבוּשׁוֹ בְּכֶפֶל רִסְנוֹ מִי יָבֽוֹא׃ |
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
| דַּלְתֵי פָנָיו מִי פִתֵּחַ סְבִיבוֹת שִׁנָּיו אֵימָֽה׃ |
15 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
| גַּאֲוָה אֲפִיקֵי מָֽגִנִּים סָגוּר חוֹתָם צָֽר׃ |
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
| אֶחָד בְּאֶחָד יִגַּשׁוּ וְרוּחַ לֹא־יָבוֹא בֵֽינֵיהֶֽם׃ |
17 They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
| אִישׁ־בְּאָחִיהוּ יְדֻבָּקוּ יִתְלַכְּדוּ וְלֹא יִתְפָּרָֽדוּ׃ |
18 His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
| עֲֽטִישֹׁתָיו תָּהֶל אוֹר וְעֵינָיו כְּעַפְעַפֵּי־שָֽׁחַר׃ |
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.
| מִפִּיו לַפִּידִים יַהֲלֹכוּ כִּידוֹדֵי אֵשׁ יִתְמַלָּֽטוּ׃ |
20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.
| מִנְּחִירָיו יֵצֵא עָשָׁן כְּדוּד נָפוּחַ וְאַגְמֹֽן׃ |
21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
| נַפְשׁוֹ גֶּחָלִים תְּלַהֵט וְלַהַב מִפִּיו יֵצֵֽא׃ |
22 In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.
| בְּֽצַוָּארוֹ יָלִין עֹז וּלְפָנָיו תָּדוּץ דְּאָבָֽה׃ |
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
| מַפְּלֵי בְשָׂרוֹ דָבֵקוּ יָצוּק עָלָיו בַּל־יִמּֽוֹט׃ |
24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.
| לִבּוֹ יָצוּק כְּמוֹ־אָבֶן וְיָצוּק כְּפֶלַח תַּחְתִּֽית׃ |
25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.
| מִשֵּׂתוֹ יָגוּרוּ אֵלִים מִשְּׁבָרִים יִתְחַטָּֽאוּ׃ |
26 If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
| מַשִּׂיגֵהוּ חֶרֶב בְּלִי תָקוּם חֲנִית מַסָּע וְשִׁרְיָֽה׃ |
27 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
| יַחְשֹׁב לְתֶבֶן בַּרְזֶל לְעֵץ רִקָּבוֹן נְחוּשָֽׁה׃ |
28 The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
| לֹֽא־יַבְרִיחֶנּוּ בֶן־קָשֶׁת לְקַשׁ נֶהְפְּכוּ־לוֹ אַבְנֵי־קָֽלַע׃ |
29 Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.
| כְּקַשׁ נֶחְשְׁבוּ תוֹתָח וְיִשְׂחַק לְרַעַשׁ כִּידֽוֹן׃ |
30 Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.
| תַּחְתָּיו חַדּוּדֵי חָרֶשׂ יִרְפַּד חָרוּץ עֲלֵי־טִֽיט׃ |
31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.
| יַרְתִּיחַ כַּסִּיר מְצוּלָה יָם יָשִׂים כַּמֶּרְקָחָֽה׃ |
32 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
| אַחֲרָיו יָאִיר נָתִיב יַחְשֹׁב תְּהוֹם לְשֵׂיבָֽה׃ |
33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.
| אֵֽין־עַל־עָפָר מָשְׁלוֹ הֶעָשׂוּ לִבְלִי־חָֽת׃ |
34 He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.
| אֵֽת־כָּל־גָּבֹהַּ יִרְאֶה הוּא מֶלֶךְ עַל־כָּל־בְּנֵי־שָֽׁחַץ׃ |
