Job 41 — BST
41Verse 1Hast thou not seen him? and hast thou not wondered at the things said of him?Verse 2Dost thou not fear because preparation has been made by me? for who is there that resists me?Verse 3Or who will resist me, and abide, since the whole world under heaven is mine?Verse 4I will not be silent because of him: though because of his power one shall pity his antagonist.Verse 5Who will open the face of his garment? and who can enter within the fold of his breast-plate?Verse 6Who will open the doors of his face? terror is round about his teeth.Verse 7His inwards are as brazen plates, and the texture of his skin as a smyrite stone.Verse 8One part cleaves fast to another, and the air cannot come between them.Verse 9They will remain united each to the other: they are closely joined, and cannot be separated.Verse 10At his sneezing a light shines, and his eyes are as the appearance of the morning star.Verse 11Out of his mouth proceed as it were burning lamps, and as it were hearths of fire are cast abroad.Verse 12Out of his nostrils proceeds smoke of a furnace burning with fire of coals.Verse 13His breath is as live coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.Verse 14And power is lodged in his neck, before him destruction runs.Verse 15The flesh also of his body is joined together: if one pours violence upon him, he shall not be moved.Verse 16His heart is firm as a stone, and it stands like an unyielding anvil.Verse 17And when he turns, he is a terror to the four-footed wild beasts which leap upon the earth.Verse 18If spears should come against him, men will effect nothing, either with the spear or the breast-plate.Verse 19For he considers iron as chaff, and brass as rotten wood.Verse 20The bow of brass shall not wound him, he deems a slinger as grass.Verse 21Mauls are counted as stubble; and he laughs to scorn the waving of the firebrand.Verse 22His lair is formed of sharp points; and all the gold of the sea under him is as an immense quantity of clay.Verse 23He makes the deep boil like a brazen caldron; and he regards the sea as a pot of ointment,Verse 24and the lowest part of the deep as a captive: he reckons the deep as his range.Verse 25There is nothing upon the earth like to him, formed to be sported with by my angels.Verse 26He beholds every high thing: and he is king of all that are in the waters.