Chapter 41
- 41:1
- Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
- 41:2
- Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
- 41:3
- Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?
- 41:4
- Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
- 41:5
- Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
- 41:6
- Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
- 41:7
- Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
- 41:8
- Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
- 41:9
- Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
- 41:10
- None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
- 41:11
- Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
- 41:12
- I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
- 41:13
- Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
- 41:14
- Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
- 41:15
- His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close 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 stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
- 41:18
- By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
- 41:19
- Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
- 41:20
- Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
- 41:21
- His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
- 41:22
- In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
- 41:23
- The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
- 41:24
- His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
- 41:25
- When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
- 41:26
- The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
- 41:27
- He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
- 41:28
- The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
- 41:29
- Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
- 41:30
- Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
- 41:31
- He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
- 41:32
- He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
- 41:33
- Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
- 41:34
- He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.
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