Job 41
1 "Can you draw out Deinosuchus with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
| תִּמְשֹׁ֣ךְ לִוְיָתָ֣ן בְּחַכָּ֑ה וּ֝בְחֶ֗בֶל תַּשְׁקִ֥יעַ לְשֹׁנֹֽו׃ |
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
| הֲתָשִׂ֣ים אַגְמֹ֣ון בְּאַפֹּ֑ו וּ֝בְחֹ֗וחַ תִּקֹּ֥וב לֶֽחֱיֹו׃ |
3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
| הֲיַרְבֶּ֣ה אֵ֭לֶיךָ תַּחֲנוּנִ֑ים אִם־יְדַבֵּ֖ר אֵלֶ֣יךָ רַכֹּֽות׃ |
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
| הֲיִכְרֹ֣ת בְּרִ֣ית עִמָּ֑ךְ תִּ֝קָּחֶ֗נּוּ לְעֶ֣בֶד עֹולָֽם׃ |
5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
| הֽ͏ַתְשַׂחֶק־בֹּ֖ו כַּצִּפֹּ֑ור וְ֝תִקְשְׁרֶ֗נּוּ לְנַעֲרֹותֶֽיךָ׃ |
6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
| יִכְר֣וּ עָ֭לָיו חַבָּרִ֑ים יֶ֝חֱצ֗וּהוּ בֵּ֣ין כְּֽנַעֲנִֽים׃ |
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
| הַֽתְמַלֵּ֣א בְשֻׂכֹּ֣ות עֹורֹ֑ו וּבְצִלְצַ֖ל דָּגִ֣ים רֹאשֹֽׁו׃ |
8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle, and you will never do it again.
| שִׂים־עָלָ֥יו כַּפֶּ֑ךָ זְכֹ֥ר מִ֝לְחָמָ֗ה אַל־תֹּוסַֽף׃ |
9 Look, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?
| הֵן־תֹּחַלְתֹּ֥ו נִכְזָ֑בָה הֲגַ֖ם אֶל־מַרְאָ֣יו יֻטָֽל׃ |
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
| לֹֽא־אַ֭כְזָר כִּ֣י יְעוּרֶ֑נּוּ וּמִ֥י ה֝֗וּא לְפָנַ֥י יִתְיַצָּֽב׃ |
11 Who has confronted me, that I should repay? Everything under the heavens is mine.
| מִ֣י הִ֭קְדִּימַנִי וַאֲשַׁלֵּ֑ם תַּ֖חַת כָּל־הַשָּׁמַ֣יִם לִי־הֽוּא׃ |
12 "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
| לֹא־ (לֹֽו)־אַחֲרִ֥ישׁ בַּדָּ֑יו וּדְבַר־גְּ֝בוּרֹ֗ות וְחִ֣ין עֶרְכֹּֽו׃ |
13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
| מִֽי־גִ֭לָּה פְּנֵ֣י לְבוּשֹׁ֑ו בְּכֶ֥פֶל רִ֝סְנֹ֗ו מִ֣י יָבֹֽוא׃ |
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
| דַּלְתֵ֣י פָ֭נָיו מִ֣י פִתֵּ֑חַ סְבִיבֹ֖ות שִׁנָּ֣יו אֵימָֽה׃ |
15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
| גַּ֭אֲוָה אֲפִיקֵ֣י מָֽגִנִּ֑ים סָ֝ג֗וּר חֹותָ֥ם צָֽר׃ |
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
| אֶחָ֣ד בְּאֶחָ֣ד יִגַּ֑שׁוּ וְ֝ר֗וּחַ לֹא־יָבֹ֥וא בֵֽינֵיהֶֽם׃ |
17 They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
| אִישׁ־בְּאָחִ֥יהוּ יְדֻבָּ֑קוּ יִ֝תְלַכְּד֗וּ וְלֹ֣א יִתְפָּרָֽדוּ׃ |
18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
| עֲֽ֭טִישֹׁתָיו תָּ֣הֶל אֹ֑ור וְ֝עֵינָ֗יו כְּעַפְעַפֵּי־שָֽׁחַר׃ |
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.
| מִ֭פִּיו לַפִּידִ֣ים יַהֲלֹ֑כוּ כִּידֹ֥ודֵי אֵ֝֗שׁ יִתְמַלָּֽטוּ׃ |
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
| מִ֭נְּחִירָיו יֵצֵ֣א עָשָׁ֑ן כְּד֖וּד נָפ֣וּחַ וְאַגְמֹֽן׃ |
21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
| נַ֭פְשֹׁו גֶּחָלִ֣ים תְּלַהֵ֑ט וְ֝לַ֗הַב מִפִּ֥יו יֵצֵֽא׃ |
22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
| בְּֽ֭צַוָּארֹו יָלִ֣ין עֹ֑ז וּ֝לְפָנָ֗יו תָּד֥וּץ דְּאָבָֽה׃ |
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
| מַפְּלֵ֣י בְשָׂרֹ֣ו דָבֵ֑קוּ יָצ֥וּק עָ֝לָ֗יו בַּל־יִמֹּֽוט׃ |
24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
| לִ֭בֹּו יָצ֣וּק כְּמֹו־אָ֑בֶן וְ֝יָצ֗וּק כְּפֶ֣לַח תַּחְתִּֽית׃ |
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
| מִ֭שֵּׂתֹו יָג֣וּרוּ אֵלִ֑ים מִ֝שְּׁבָרִ֗ים יִתְחַטָּֽאוּ׃ |
26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
| מַשִּׂיגֵ֣הוּ חֶ֭רֶב בְּלִ֣י תָק֑וּם חֲנִ֖ית מַסָּ֣ע וְשִׁרְיָֽה׃ |
27 He counts iron as straw; and bronze as rotten wood.
| יַחְשֹׁ֣ב לְתֶ֣בֶן בַּרְזֶ֑ל לְעֵ֖ץ רִקָּבֹ֣ון נְחוּשָֽׁה׃ |
28 The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
| לֹֽא־יַבְרִיחֶ֥נּוּ בֶן־קָ֑שֶׁת לְ֝קַ֗שׁ נֶהְפְּכוּ־לֹ֥ו אַבְנֵי־קָֽלַע׃ |
29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
| כְּ֭קַשׁ נֶחְשְׁב֣וּ תֹותָ֑ח וְ֝יִשְׂחַ֗ק לְרַ֣עַשׁ כִּידֹֽון׃ |
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
| תַּ֭חְתָּיו חַדּ֣וּדֵי חָ֑רֶשׂ יִרְפַּ֖ד חָר֣וּץ עֲלֵי־טִֽיט׃ |
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
| יַרְתִּ֣יחַ כַּסִּ֣יר מְצוּלָ֑ה יָ֝֗ם יָשִׂ֥ים כַּמֶּרְקָחָֽה׃ |
32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
| אַ֭חֲרָיו יָאִ֣יר נָתִ֑יב יַחְשֹׁ֖ב תְּהֹ֣ום לְשֵׂיבָֽה׃ |
33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
| אֵֽין־עַל־עָפָ֥ר מָשְׁלֹ֑ו הֶ֝עָשׂ֗וּ לִבְלִי־חָֽת׃ |
34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."
| אֵֽת־כָּל־גָּבֹ֥הַּ יִרְאֶ֑ה ה֝֗וּא מֶ֣לֶךְ עַל־כָּל־בְּנֵי־שָֽׁחַץ׃ ס |
