Job 41
1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fish-hook? or press down his tongue with a cord?
Kann du fiska krokodillen, binda tunga hans med taum,
2 Canst thou put a ring into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a hook?
Draga snor i gjenom nosi, hogga krok i kjaken hans?
3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak soft words unto thee?
Vil han tigga um nåde, tala mjuke ord til deg?
4 Will he make a covenant with thee, that thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?
Tru han vil gjera samband med deg og din træl for alltid verta?
5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
Kann du han som leikfugl halda for smågjentorne i band?
6 Will the bands of fishermen make a banquet of him? Will they part him among the merchants?
Handlar fiskarlag med honom, skiftar ut til kræmarar?
7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish-spears?
Kann hans hud med spjot du fylla, og hans hovud med harpunar?
8 Lay thy hand upon him; think upon the battle, thou wilt do so no more.
Berre prøv - du skal det minnast; enn ein gong du gjer det ikkje!
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Kvar og ein vil missa voni, verta feld ved syni av han.
10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?
Ingen torer eggja honom; kven kann då mot meg reisa?
11 Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.
Kven gav meg, so eg gjev att? Under himmeln alt eg eig.
12 Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?
Ei eg tegjer um hans lemer, um hans sterke, væne bygnad.
13 Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?
Kven hev drege brynja av han, Gjenge inn i duble tanngard?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
Kven hev opna kjakeporten? Rædsla kring hans tenner ligg.
15 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
Sterke er hans skjolde-rader, feste med ei fast forsigling.
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
Tett dei ligg innåt kvarandre, ingi luft slepp millom deim.
17 They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
Eine skjolden i den andre heng i hop, skilst ikkje åt.
18 His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Ljos ifrå hans njosing strålar, augo skin som morgonroden.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.
Or hans gap skyt brandar fram, gneistar sprutar derifrå.
20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.
Or hans nasar stig det røyk, liksom eim or kjel som kokar.
21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
Anden hans set eld på kol, logen ut or gapet stend.
22 In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.
I hans nakke styrken bur, rædsla spring framfor hans åsyn.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
Tette sit kjøtvalkarne, støypte fast urikkelg.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.
Hjarta hans er hardt som stein, fast som understein i kverni.
25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.
Kjempor ræddast når han ris, misser både mod og hugs;
26 If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
Sverd vil ikkje bita på, ikkje skot med spjot og pil.
27 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
Jarn agtar han liksom strå, kopar nett som fauskeved.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
Ei han vik for bogesonen; stein frå slyngja vert som halm,
29 Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.
og stridsklubba vert som strå, og han lær åt spjot som susar.
30 Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.
Under han er kvasse broddar, spor dei set som treskjeslede.
31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.
Djupet kokar som ei gryta, sjøen som ein salvekjel.
32 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
Vegen lyser etter honom, djupet skin som sylverhår.
33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.
Liken hans på jord ei finst, denne skapning utan ræddhug.
34 He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.
Han ser ned på alt som høgt er, konge yver alle kaute.»
