Job 41
1 “Do you draw leviathan with a hook? And do you let down his tongue with a rope?
Canst thou draw forth the crocodile with a hook, Or press down his tongue with a cord?
2 Do you put a reed in his nose? And pierce his jaw with a thorn?
Canst thou put a rope into his nose, Or pierce his cheek with a hook?
3 Does he multiply supplications to you? Does he speak tender things to you?
Will he make many entreaties to thee? Will he speak soft words to thee?
4 Does he make a covenant with you? Do you take him for a perpetual servant?
Will he make a covenant with thee? Canst thou take him for a servant for ever?
5 Do you play with him as a bird? And do you bind him for your girls?
Canst thou play with him, as with a bird? Or canst thou bind him for thy maidens?
6 (Companions feast on him, They divide him among the merchants!)
Do men in company lay snares for him? Do they divide him among the merchants?
7 Do you fill his skin with barbed irons? And his head with fish-spears?
Canst thou fill his skirt with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?
8 Place your hand on him, Remember the battle—do not add!
Do but lay thy hand upon him, —Thou wilt no more think of battle!
9 Behold, the hope of him is found a liar, Also, is one not cast down at his appearance?
Behold, his hope is vain! Is he not cast down at the very sight of him?
10 None so fierce that he awakes him, And who [is] he [who] stations himself before Me?
None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?
11 Who has brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] Mine.
Who hath done me a favor, that I must repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
12 I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
I will not be silent concerning his limbs, And his strength, and the beauty of his armor.
13 Who has uncovered the face of his clothing? Who enters within his double bridle?
Who can uncover the surface of his garment? Who will approach his jaws?
14 Who has opened the doors of his face? Around his teeth [are] terrible.
Who will open the doors of his face? The rows of his teeth are terrible!
15 A pride—strong ones of shields, Shut up—a close seal.
His glory is his strong shields, United with each other, as with a close seal.
16 They draw near to one another, And air does not enter between them.
They are joined one to another, So that no air can come between them.
17 They adhere to one another, They stick together and are not separated.
They cleave fast to each other, They hold together, and cannot be separated.
18 His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn.
His sneezing sendeth forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelashes of the morning.
19 Flames go out of his mouth, sparks of fire escape.
Out of his mouth go flames, And sparks of fire leap forth.
20 Smoke goes forth out of his nostrils, As a blown pot and reeds.
From his nostrils issueth smoke, as from a heated pot, or caldron.
21 His breath sets coals on fire, And a flame goes forth from his mouth.
His breath kindleth coals, And flames issue from his mouth.
22 Strength lodges in his neck, And grief exults before him.
In his neck dwelleth strength, And terror danceth before him.
23 The flakes of his flesh have adhered—Firm on him—it is not moved.
The flakes of his flesh cleave fast together; They are firm upon him, and cannot be moved.
24 His heart [is] firm as a stone, Indeed, firm as the lower piece.
His heart is solid like a stone; Yea, solid like the nether millstone.
25 The mighty are afraid at his rising, From his breakings they keep themselves free.
When he riseth up, the mighty are afraid; Yea, they lose themselves for terror.
26 The sword of his overtaker does not stand, Spear, dart, and breastplate.
The sword of him that assaileth him doth not stand, The spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
27 He reckons iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
He regardeth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.
28 The son of the bow does not cause him to flee, Stones of the sling are turned into stubble by him.
The arrow cannot make him flee; Sling-stones to him become stubble;
29 Darts have been reckoned as stubble, And he laughs at the shaking of a javelin.
Clubs are accounted by him as straw; He laugheth at the shaking of the spear.
30 Sharp points of clay [are] under him, He spreads gold on the mire.
Under him are sharp potsherds; He spreadeth out a thrashing-sledge upon the mire.
31 He causes the deep to boil as a pot, He makes the sea as a pot of ointment.
He maketh the deep to boil like a caldron; He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 He causes a path to shine after him, One thinks the deep to be hoary.
Behind him he leaveth a shining path; One would think the deep to be hoary.
33 There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.
Upon the earth there is not his master; He is made without fear.
34 He sees every high thing, He [is] king over all sons of pride.”
He looketh down upon all that is high; He is king over all the sons of pride.
