Job 41 — WEBC
41Verse 1“Can you draw out Leviathan+with a fish hook,or press down his tongue with a cord?Verse 2Can you put a rope into his nose,or pierce his jaw through with a hook?Verse 3Will he make many petitions to you,or will he speak soft words to you?Verse 4Will he make a covenant with you,that you should take him for a servant forever?Verse 5Will you play with him as with a bird?Or will you bind him for your girls?Verse 6Will traders barter for him?Will they part him among the merchants?Verse 7Can you fill his skin with barbed irons,or his head with fish spears?Verse 8Lay your hand on him.Remember the battle, and do so no more.Verse 9Behold, the hope of him is in vain.Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?Verse 10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up.Who then is he who can stand before me?Verse 11Who has first given to me, that I should repay him?Everything under the heavens is mine.Verse 12“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.Verse 13Who can strip off his outer garment?Who will come within his jaws?Verse 14Who can open the doors of his face?Around his teeth is terror.Verse 15Strong scales are his pride,shut up together with a close seal.Verse 16One is so near to another,that no air can come between them.Verse 17They are joined to one another.They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.Verse 18His sneezing flashes out light.His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.Verse 19Out of his mouth go burning torches.Sparks of fire leap out.Verse 20Out of his nostrils a smoke goes,as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.Verse 21His breath kindles coals.A flame goes out of his mouth.Verse 22There is strength in his neck.Terror dances before him.Verse 23The flakes of his flesh are joined together.They are firm on him.
They can’t be moved.Verse 24His heart is as firm as a stone,yes, firm as the lower millstone.Verse 25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid.They retreat before his thrashing.Verse 26If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail;nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.Verse 27He counts iron as straw,and bronze as rotten wood.Verse 28The arrow can’t make him flee.Sling stones are like chaff to him.Verse 29Clubs are counted as stubble.He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.Verse 30His undersides are like sharp potsherds,leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.Verse 31He makes the deep to boil like a pot.He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.Verse 32He makes a path shine after him.One would think the deep had white hair.Verse 33On earth there is not his equal,that is made without fear.Verse 34He sees everything that is high.He is king over all the sons of pride.”
They can’t be moved.Verse 24His heart is as firm as a stone,yes, firm as the lower millstone.Verse 25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid.They retreat before his thrashing.Verse 26If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail;nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.Verse 27He counts iron as straw,and bronze as rotten wood.Verse 28The arrow can’t make him flee.Sling stones are like chaff to him.Verse 29Clubs are counted as stubble.He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.Verse 30His undersides are like sharp potsherds,leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.Verse 31He makes the deep to boil like a pot.He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.Verse 32He makes a path shine after him.One would think the deep had white hair.Verse 33On earth there is not his equal,that is made without fear.Verse 34He sees everything that is high.He is king over all the sons of pride.”