Job 41 — YLT

41Verse 1Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down — his tongue?^{Verse 2}Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?^{Verse 3}Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?^{Verse 4}Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?^{Verse 5}Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?^{Verse 6}(Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)^{Verse 7}Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?^{Verse 8}Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle — do not add!^{Verse 9}Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?^{Verse 10}None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who [is] he before Me stationeth himself?^{Verse 11}Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] mine.^{Verse 12}I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.^{Verse 13}Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?^{Verse 14}The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth [are] terrible.^{Verse 15}A pride — strong ones of shields, Shut up — a close seal.^{Verse 16}One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.^{Verse 17}One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated.^{Verse 18}His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn.^{Verse 19}Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.^{Verse 20}Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.^{Verse 21}His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.^{Verse 22}In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.^{Verse 23}The flakes of his flesh have adhered — Firm upon him — it is not moved.^{Verse 24}His heart [is] firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.^{Verse 25}From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.^{Verse 26}The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear — dart — and lance.^{Verse 27}He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.^{Verse 28}The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.^{Verse 29}As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.^{Verse 30}Under him [are] sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.^{Verse 31}He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.^{Verse 32}After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.^{Verse 33}There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.^{Verse 34}Every high thing he doth see, He [is] king over all sons of pride.