Job 41 — TOJB

41Verse 1See, every tokhelet (expectation) is false;
shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
^{Verse 2}None is so foolhardy that dare stir him up.
Mi (who) then is able to stand before Me?
^{Verse 3}Mi (who) hath given Me, that I must repay him?
Whatsoever is under the kol HaShomayim is Mine.^{Verse 4}I will not keep silent about his members,
nor his gevurah, nor the grace of his form.
^{Verse 5}Mi (who) can remove his outer garment?
Or mi (who) can come near him with a double bridle?
^{Verse 6}Mi (who) can open the doors of his face?
Terror is round about his teeth.
^{Verse 7}His scales are his ga'avah (pride),
shut up together as with a rigid chotam (seal).
^{Verse 8}One is so near to another,
that no ruach (air) can pass between them.
^{Verse 9}They are joined one to another;
they stick together, inseparably.
^{Verse 10}By his sneezings ohr flares out,
and his eyes are like the eyelids of the shachar.
^{Verse 11}Out of his mouth goeth flame,
and sparks of eish leap out.
^{Verse 12}Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke,
like a seething pot or caldron.
^{Verse 13}His breath kindleth coals,
and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
^{Verse 14}In his neck resideth oz (strength),
and terror dances before him.
^{Verse 15}The flanks of his basar are joined together;
they are firm in themselves, immoveable.
^{Verse 16}His lev (chest) is as firm as an even (stone);
yea, as hard as the lower millstone.
^{Verse 17}When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid;
shuddering they retreat.
^{Verse 18}The cherev of him that reacheth at him cannot hold
— the spear, the dart, nor the harpoon.
^{Verse 19}He esteemeth barzel (iron) like straw,
and nechoshet as rotten wood.
^{Verse 20}The arrow cannot make him flee;
sling stones are turned with him into stubble.
^{Verse 21}Clubs are counted as straw;
he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
^{Verse 22}Sharp shards are his under parts;
he leaveth a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
^{Verse 23}He maketh the deep to boil like a pot;
he stirreth the yam like a pot of ointment.
^{Verse 24}He maketh a wake to shine after him;
one would think the deep to be white hair.
^{Verse 25}Upon earth there is not his equal,
who is created without fear.
^{Verse 26}He beholdeth all things lofty;
he is a melech over every proud beast.