Job 41 (asv)

Job 41 (asv)

41:1Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook?

Or press down his tongue with a cord?

41:2Canst thou put a rope into his nose?

Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

41:3Will he make many supplications unto thee?

Or will he speak soft words unto thee?

41:4Will he make a covenant with thee,

That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

41:5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird?

Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

41:6Will the bands of fishermen make traffic of him?

Will they part him among the merchants?

41:7Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons,

Or his head with fish-spears?

41:8Lay thy hand upon him;

Remember the battle, and do so no more.

41:9Behold, the hope of him is in vain:

Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

41:10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up;

Who then is he that can stand before me?

41:11Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him?

Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine. \\ \\

41:12I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,

Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

41:13Who can strip off his outer garment?

Who shall come within his jaws?

41:14Who can open the doors of his face?

Round about his teeth is terror.

41:15His strong scales are his pride,

Shut up together as with a close seal.

41:16One is so near to another,

That no air can come between them.

41:17They are joined one to another;

They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.

41:18His sneezings flash forth light,

And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

41:19Out of his mouth go burning torches,

And sparks of fire leap forth.

41:20Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth,

As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.

41:21His breath kindleth coals,

And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.

41:22In his neck abideth strength,

And terror danceth before him.

41:23The flakes of his flesh are joined together:

They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

41:24His heart is as firm as a stone;

Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

41:25When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid:

By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.

41:26If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail;

Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

41:27He counteth iron as straw,

And brass as rotten wood.

41:28The arrow cannot make him flee:

Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.

41:29Clubs are counted as stubble:

He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.

41:30His underparts are like sharp potsherds:

He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.

41:31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:

He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

41:32He maketh a path to shine after him;

One would think the deep to be hoary.

41:33Upon earth there is not his like,

That is made without fear.

41:34He beholdeth everything that is high:

He is king over all the sons of pride.


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