Job 41
1 "Can you draw out Deinosuchus with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
Can you pull out Leviathan with a hook? Can you tie its mouth shut?
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Can you thread a rope through its nose? Can you pass a hook through its jaw?
3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
Will it beg you to let it go? Or will it talk softly to you?
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
Will it make a contract with you? Will it agree to be your slave forever?
5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
Will you play with it like a pet bird? Will you put it on a leash for your girls?
6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
Will your trading partners decide on a price for him, and divide him up among the merchants?
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
Can you pierce his skin with many harpoons, its head with fishing spears?
8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle, and you will never do it again.
If you were to grab hold of it, imagine the battle you would have! You wouldn't do that again!
9 Look, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Any hope to capture it is foolish. Anyone who tries is thrown to the ground.
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
Since no one has the courage to provoke Leviathan, who would dare to stand up against me?
11 Who has confronted me, that I should repay? Everything under the heavens is mine.
Who has confronted me with any claim that I should repay? Everything under heaven belongs to me.
12 "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
Let me tell you about Leviathan: its powerful legs and graceful proportions.
13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
Who can remove its hide? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor?
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
Who can open its jaws? Its teeth are terrifying!
15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
Its pride is its rows of scales, closed tightly together.
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
Its scales are so close together that no air can pass between them.
17 They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
Each scale attaches to the next; they lock together and nothing can penetrate them.
18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
When it sneezes light shines out. Its eyes are like the rising sun.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.
Flames pour from its mouth, sparks of fire shoot out.
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
Smoke comes from its nostrils, like steam from a kettle on a fire made of reeds.
21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
Its breath sets fire to charcoal as flames shoot from its mouth.
22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
Its neck is powerful, and all who face him shake with terror.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
Its body is dense and solid, as if it is made from cast metal.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
Its heart is rock-hard, like a millstone.
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
When it rises, even the powerful are terrified; they retreat as it thrashes about.
26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
Swords just bounce off it, as do spears, darts, and javelins.
27 He counts iron as straw; and bronze as rotten wood.
It brushes aside iron like straw, and bronze like rotten wood.
28 The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
Arrows cannot make it run away; stones from slingshots are like pieces of stubble.
29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
Clubs are also treated like stubble; it laughs at the sound made by flying spears.
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
Its underparts are covered with points as sharp as broken pots; when it drags itself through the mud it leaves marks like a threshing sledge.
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
It churns up the sea like water in a boiling pot, like a steaming bowl when ointment is mixed.
32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
It leaves a glistening wake behind it as if the sea had white hair.
33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
There is nothing on earth like it: a creature that has no fear.
34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."
It looks down on all other creatures. It is the proudest of all.”
