Job 41

 Job 41

1 Can you catch leviathan with a hook, or can you bind his tongue with a rope?

2 Can you put a rope in his nose, or can you pierce his jawbone with a thorn?

3 Will he make many supplications to me? Or will he speak softly to you?

4 Will he make a covenant with you, or will you take him as your slave forever?

5 Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you trap him for your girls?

6 Will his companions make him a feast, or will they divide him among the merchants?

7 Will you fill his skin with hooks, or his head with fishermen's hooks?

8 Lay your hand upon him, remember the battle, and do it no more.

9 Behold, his hope shall fail: shall no one be overthrown before his eyes? 

10 There is no one so bold as to rouse him; who is he who dares to stand before me?

11 Who has given to me first, that I should repay him? For everything under the whole heaven is mine.

12 I will not keep silent about his limbs, nor the combination of his strength, nor the grace of his countenance.

13 Who can uncover the surface of his garment? Who can enter between his folded jaws?

14 Who can open the doors of his face? For terror is all around his teeth.

15 His strong scales are most excellent, each one closed as with a tight seal.

16 They come so close to each other that no breath passes between them.

17 They are joined together; They cling so tightly together that they cannot be separated.

 18 His every sneeze makes the light shine, and his eyes are like the eyelashes of the morning. 

19 Torches come out of his mouth; sparks of fire leap from it. 

20 Smoke comes out of his nostrils, as from a boiling pot or a great caldron. 

21 His breath kindles coals, and flames come out of his mouth.

 22 Strength rests on his neck; even sorrow leaps before him with joy. 

23 The muscles of his flesh are stuck together; each one stands firm in him, and no one moves. 

24 His heart is as firm as a stone and as firm as the millstone. 

25 When he rises, the mighty men tremble; by his shaking they are purified. 

26 If anyone touches him with a sword, it cannot penetrate; neither can spear, dart, or arrow.

 27 He considers iron straw, and copper rotten wood.

28 The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones become stubble to him.

29 Slung stones are like sharp edges to him; he laughs at the brandishing of a spear.

30 He has sharp shells under him; he stretches out on sharp things as in the mire.

31 He makes the depths boil like a pot; he makes the sea boil like ointment.

32 He gives light to the way after him; the deep is like gray-haired whiteness.

33 There is nothing on earth that can be bought for him, for he was made to be without fear.

34 Every high one sees; he is king over all the offspring of proud beasts.