RSV Job 41 Chapter
41:1
'Can you draw out Levi'athan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
41:2
Can you put a rope in his nose, or pierce his jaw with a hook?
41:3
Will he make many supplications to you? Will he speak to you soft words?
41:4
Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant for ever?
41:5
Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on leash for your maidens?
41:6
Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants?
41:7
Can you fill his skin with harpoons, or his head with fishing spears?
41:8
Lay hands on him;think of the battle;you will not do it again!
41:9
Behold, the hope of a man is disappointed;he is laid low even at the sight of him.
41:10
No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up. Who then is he that can stand before me?
41:11
Who has given to me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
41:12
'I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame.
41:13
Who can strip off his outer garment? Who can penetrate his double coat of mail?
41:14
Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
41:15
His back is made of rows of shields, shut up closely as with a seal.
41:16
One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
41:17
They are joined one to another;they clasp each other and cannot be separated.
41:18
His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.
41:19
Out of his mouth go flaming torches;sparks of fire leap forth.
41:20
Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
41:21
His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth from his mouth.
41:22
In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.
41:23
The folds of his flesh cleave together, firmly cast upon him and immovable.
41:24
His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the nether millstone.
41:25
When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid;at the crashing they are beside themselves.
41:26
Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail;nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
41:27
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
41:28
The arrow cannot make him flee;for him slingstones are turned to stubble.
41:29
Clubs are counted as stubble;he laughs at the rattle of javelins.
41:30
His underparts are like sharp potsherds;he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.
41:31
He makes the deep boil like a pot;he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32
Behind him he leaves a shining wake;one would think the deep to be hoary.
41:33
Upon earth there is not his like, a creature without fear.
41:34
He beholds everything that is high;he is king over all the sons of pride.'