Job 41 — GNB
41Verse 1Canst thou draw forth the crocodile with a hook, Or press down his tongue with a cord?Verse 2Canst thou put a rope into his nose, Or pierce his cheek with a hook?Verse 3Will he make many entreaties to thee? Will he speak soft words to thee?Verse 4Will he make a covenant with thee? Canst thou take him for a servant for ever?Verse 5Canst thou play with him, as with a bird? Or canst thou bind him for thy maidens?Verse 6Do men in company lay snares for him? Do they divide him among the merchants?Verse 7Canst thou fill his skirt with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?Verse 8Do but lay thy hand upon him,—Thou wilt no more think of battle!Verse 9Behold, his hope is vain! Is he not cast down at the very sight of him?Verse 10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?Verse 11Who hath done me a favor, that I must repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.Verse 12I will not be silent concerning his limbs, And his strength, and the beauty of his armor.Verse 13Who can uncover the surface of his garment? Who will approach his jaws?Verse 14Who will open the doors of his face? The rows of his teeth are terrible!Verse 15His glory is his strong shields, United with each other, as with a close seal.Verse 16They are joined one to another, So that no air can come between them.Verse 17They cleave fast to each other, They hold together, and cannot be separated.Verse 18His sneezing sendeth forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelashes of the morning.Verse 19Out of his mouth go flames, And sparks of fire leap forth.Verse 20From his nostrils issueth smoke, as from a heated pot, or caldron.Verse 21His breath kindleth coals, And flames issue from his mouth.Verse 22In his neck dwelleth strength, And terror danceth before him.Verse 23The flakes of his flesh cleave fast together; They are firm upon him, and cannot be moved.Verse 24His heart is solid like a stone; Yea, solid like the nether millstone.Verse 25When he riseth up, the mighty are afraid; Yea, they lose themselves for terror.Verse 26The sword of him that assaileth him doth not stand, The spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.Verse 27He regardeth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.Verse 28The arrow cannot make him flee; Sling-stones to him become stubble;Verse 29Clubs are accounted by him as straw; He laugheth at the shaking of the spear.Verse 30Under him are sharp potsherds; He spreadeth out a thrashing-sledge upon the mire.Verse 31He maketh the deep to boil like a caldron; He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.Verse 32Behind him he leaveth a shining path; One would think the deep to be hoary.Verse 33Upon the earth there is not his master; He is made without fear.Verse 34He looketh down upon all that is high; He is king over all the sons of pride.