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1 ௧ “லிவியாதானை தூண்டிலைக்கொண்டு பிடிக்கமுடியுமோ? அதின் நாக்கை நீ விடுகிற கயிற்றினாலே பிடிக்கமுடியுமோ?
"Can you draw out Deinosuchus with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
5 ௫ ஒரு குருவியுடன் விளையாடுகிறதுபோல், நீ அதனுடன் விளையாடி, அதை நீ உன் பெண்களுக்கு அருகில் கட்டிவைப்பாயோ?
Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle, and you will never do it again.
Look, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?
None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
11 ௧௧ தனக்குப் பதில்கொடுக்கப்படும்படி, முந்தி எனக்குக் கொடுத்தவன் யார்? வானத்தின் கீழுள்ளவைகள் எல்லாம் என்னுடையவைகள்.
Who has confronted me, that I should repay? Everything under the heavens is mine.
12 ௧௨ அதின் உறுப்புகளும், அதின் வீரியமும், அதின் உடல் இசைவின் அழகும் இன்னதென்று நான் சொல்லாமல் மறைக்கமாட்டேன்.
"I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
13 ௧௩ அது மூடியிருக்கிற அதின் போர்வையைக் எடுக்கக்கூடியவன் யார்? அதின் இரண்டு தாடைகளின் நடுவே கடிவாளம் போடத்தக்கவன் யார்?
Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
15 ௧௫ முத்திரைப் பதிப்புபோல அழுத்தங்கொண்டு அடர்த்தியாயிருக்கிற அதின் கேடகங்களின் அமைப்பு மகா சிறப்பாயிருக்கிறது.
Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.
20 ௨0 கொதிக்கிற சட்டியிலும் கொப்பரையிலும் இருந்து புறப்படுகிறதுபோல, அதின் மூக்கிலிருந்து புகை புறப்படும்.
Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
He counts iron as straw; and bronze as rotten wood.
The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
30 ௩0 அதின் கீழாகக் கூர்மையான கற்கள் கிடந்தாலும், அது சேற்றின்மேல் ஓடுகிறதுபோல கூர்மையான அவைகளின்மேலும் ஓடும்.
His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
34 ௩௪ அது மேட்டிமையானதையெல்லாம் அற்பமாக நினைக்கிறது; அது அகங்காரமுள்ள உயிரினங்களுக்கெல்லாம் ராஜாவாக இருக்கிறது” என்றார்.
He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."
