| 41 | Job | Reference | |
|---|---|---|---|
| "Can you draw out Levi'athan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord? | |||
| Can you put a rope in his nose, or pierce his jaw with a hook? | |||
| Will he make many supplications to you? Will he speak to you soft words? | |||
| Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant for ever? | |||
| Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on leash for your maidens? | |||
| Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants? | |||
| Can you fill his skin with harpoons, or his head with fishing spears? | |||
| Lay hands on him; think of the battle; you will not do it again! | |||
| Behold, the hope of a man is disappointed; he is laid low even at the sight of him. | |||
| No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up. Who then is he that can stand before me? | |||
| Who has given to me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine. | |||
| "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame. | |||
| Who can strip off his outer garment? Who can penetrate his double coat of mail? | |||
| Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror. | |||
| His back is made of rows of shields, shut up closely as with a seal. | |||
| One is so near to another that no air can come between them. | |||
| They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated. | |||
| His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn. | |||
| Out of his mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap forth. | |||
| Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes. | |||
| His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth from his mouth. | |||
| In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him. | |||
| The folds of his flesh cleave together, firmly cast upon him and immovable. | |||
| His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the nether millstone. | |||
| When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves. | |||
| Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail; nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin. | |||
| He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood. | |||
| The arrow cannot make him flee; for him slingstones are turned to stubble. | |||
| Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins. | |||
| His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire. | |||
| He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment. | |||
| Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be hoary. | |||
| Upon earth there is not his like, a creature without fear. | |||
| He beholds everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride." | |||
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