איוב 41
| תִּמְשֹׁךְ לִוְיָתָן בְּחַכָּה וּבְחֶבֶל תַּשְׁקִיעַ לְשֹׁנֽוֹ׃ | 1 |
Is it possible for Leviathan to be pulled out with a fish-hook, or for a hook to be put through the bone of his mouth?
| הֲתָשִׂים אַגְמוֹן בְּאַפּוֹ וּבְחוֹחַ תִּקּוֹב לֶֽחֱיוֹ׃ | 2 |
Will you put a cord into his nose, or take him away with a cord round his tongue?
| הֲיַרְבֶּה אֵלֶיךָ תַּחֲנוּנִים אִם־יְדַבֵּר אֵלֶיךָ רַכּֽוֹת׃ | 3 |
Will he make prayers to you, or say soft words to you?
| הֲיִכְרֹת בְּרִית עִמָּךְ תִּקָּחֶנּוּ לְעֶבֶד עוֹלָֽם׃ | 4 |
Will he make an agreement with you, so that you may take him as a servant for ever?
| הֽ͏ַתְשַׂחֶק־בּוֹ כַּצִּפּוֹר וְתִקְשְׁרֶנּוּ לְנַעֲרוֹתֶֽיךָ׃ | 5 |
Will you make sport with him, as with a bird? or put him in chains for your young women?
| יִכְרוּ עָלָיו חַבָּרִים יֶחֱצוּהוּ בֵּין כְּֽנַעֲנִֽים׃ | 6 |
Will the fishermen make profit out of him? will they have him cut up for the traders?
| הַֽתְמַלֵּא בְשֻׂכּוֹת עוֹרוֹ וּבְצִלְצַל דָּגִים רֹאשֽׁוֹ׃ | 7 |
Will you put sharp-pointed irons into his skin, or fish-spears into his head?
| שִׂים־עָלָיו כַּפֶּךָ זְכֹר מִלְחָמָה אַל־תּוֹסַֽף׃ | 8 |
Only put your hand on him, and see what a fight you will have; you will not do it again!
| הֵן־תֹּחַלְתּוֹ נִכְזָבָה הֲגַם אֶל־מַרְאָיו יֻטָֽל׃ | 9 |
Truly, the hope of his attacker is false; he is overcome even on seeing him!
| לֹֽא־אַכְזָר כִּי יְעוּרֶנּוּ וּמִי הוּא לְפָנַי יִתְיַצָּֽב׃ | 10 |
He is so cruel that no one is ready to go against him. Who then is able to keep his place before me?
| מִי הִקְדִּימַנִי וַאֲשַׁלֵּם תַּחַת כָּל־הַשָּׁמַיִם לִי־הֽוּא׃ | 11 |
Who ever went against me, and got the better of me? There is no one under heaven!
| לא־לֽוֹ־אַחֲרִישׁ בַּדָּיו וּדְבַר־גְּבוּרוֹת וְחִין עֶרְכּֽוֹ׃ | 12 |
I will not keep quiet about the parts of his body, or about his power, and the strength of his frame.
| מִֽי־גִלָּה פְּנֵי לְבוּשׁוֹ בְּכֶפֶל רִסְנוֹ מִי יָבֽוֹא׃ | 13 |
Who has ever taken off his outer skin? who may come inside his inner coat of iron?
| דַּלְתֵי פָנָיו מִי פִתֵּחַ סְבִיבוֹת שִׁנָּיו אֵימָֽה׃ | 14 |
Who has made open the doors of his face? Fear is round about his teeth.
| גַּאֲוָה אֲפִיקֵי מָֽגִנִּים סָגוּר חוֹתָם צָֽר׃ | 15 |
His back is made of lines of plates, joined tight together, one against the other, like a stamp.
| אֶחָד בְּאֶחָד יִגַּשׁוּ וְרוּחַ לֹא־יָבוֹא בֵֽינֵיהֶֽם׃ | 16 |
One is so near to the other that no air may come between them.
| אִישׁ־בְּאָחִיהוּ יְדֻבָּקוּ יִתְלַכְּדוּ וְלֹא יִתְפָּרָֽדוּ׃ | 17 |
They take a grip of one another; they are joined together, so that they may not be parted.
| עֲֽטִישֹׁתָיו תָּהֶל אוֹר וְעֵינָיו כְּעַפְעַפֵּי־שָֽׁחַר׃ | 18 |
His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.
| מִפִּיו לַפִּידִים יַהֲלֹכוּ כִּידוֹדֵי אֵשׁ יִתְמַלָּֽטוּ׃ | 19 |
Out of his mouth go burning lights, and flames of fire are jumping up.
| מִנְּחִירָיו יֵצֵא עָשָׁן כְּדוּד נָפוּחַ וְאַגְמֹֽן׃ | 20 |
Smoke comes out of his nose, like a pot boiling on the fire.
| נַפְשׁוֹ גֶּחָלִים תְּלַהֵט וְלַהַב מִפִּיו יֵצֵֽא׃ | 21 |
His breath puts fire to coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
| בְּֽצַוָּארוֹ יָלִין עֹז וּלְפָנָיו תָּדוּץ דְּאָבָֽה׃ | 22 |
Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.
| מַפְּלֵי בְשָׂרוֹ דָבֵקוּ יָצוּק עָלָיו בַּל־יִמּֽוֹט׃ | 23 |
The plates of his flesh are joined together, fixed, and not to be moved.
| לִבּוֹ יָצוּק כְּמוֹ־אָבֶן וְיָצוּק כְּפֶלַח תַּחְתִּֽית׃ | 24 |
His heart is as strong as a stone, hard as the lower crushing-stone.
| מִשֵּׂתוֹ יָגוּרוּ אֵלִים מִשְּׁבָרִים יִתְחַטָּֽאוּ׃ | 25 |
When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear.
| מַשִּׂיגֵהוּ חֶרֶב בְּלִי תָקוּם חֲנִית מַסָּע וְשִׁרְיָֽה׃ | 26 |
The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.
| יַחְשֹׁב לְתֶבֶן בַּרְזֶל לְעֵץ רִקָּבוֹן נְחוּשָֽׁה׃ | 27 |
Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.
| לֹֽא־יַבְרִיחֶנּוּ בֶן־קָשֶׁת לְקַשׁ נֶהְפְּכוּ־לוֹ אַבְנֵי־קָֽלַע׃ | 28 |
The arrow is not able to put him to flight: stones are no more to him than dry stems.
| כְּקַשׁ נֶחְשְׁבוּ תוֹתָח וְיִשְׂחַק לְרַעַשׁ כִּידֽוֹן׃ | 29 |
A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.
| תַּחְתָּיו חַדּוּדֵי חָרֶשׂ יִרְפַּד חָרוּץ עֲלֵי־טִֽיט׃ | 30 |
Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.
| יַרְתִּיחַ כַּסִּיר מְצוּלָה יָם יָשִׂים כַּמֶּרְקָחָֽה׃ | 31 |
The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.
| אַחֲרָיו יָאִיר נָתִיב יַחְשֹׁב תְּהוֹם לְשֵׂיבָֽה׃ | 32 |
After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.
| אֵֽין־עַל־עָפָר מָשְׁלוֹ הֶעָשׂוּ לִבְלִי־חָֽת׃ | 33 |
On earth there is not another like him, who is made without fear.
| אֵֽת־כָּל־גָּבֹהַּ יִרְאֶה הוּא מֶלֶךְ עַל־כָּל־בְּנֵי־שָֽׁחַץ׃ | 34 |
Everything which is high goes in fear of him; he is king over all the sons of pride.
