The Book of Job

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.