Job — Chapter 41

1Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?

2Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?

3Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?

4Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?

5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

6Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?

7Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?

8Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.

9Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

10None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?

11Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

12I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.

13Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?

14Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

15His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.

16One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

17They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

18By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

19Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.

20Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

21His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

22In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

23The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

24His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

25When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

26The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

27He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

28The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

29Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

30Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

32He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.

33Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.

34He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.

1Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

2Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

3Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?

4Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?

5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

6Will the bands [of fishermen] make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?

7Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?

8Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.

9Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?

11Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine.

12I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

13Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

14Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

15[His] strong scales are [his] pride, Shut up together [as with] a close seal.

16One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.

17They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.

18His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

19Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.

20Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and [burning] rushes.

21His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.

22In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.

23The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

24His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

25When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.

26If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

27He counteth iron as straw, [And] brass as rotten wood.

28The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.

29Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.

30His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds: He spreadeth [as it were] a threshing-wain upon the mire.

31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

32He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.

33Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.

34He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.

1(40:25) “Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook and tie down its tongue with a rope?

2Can you put a cord through its nose or pierce its jaw with a hook?

3Will it make numerous supplications to you; will it speak to you with tender words?

4Will it make a pact with you, so you could take it as your slave for life?

5Can you play with it, like a bird, or tie it on a leash for your girls?

6Will partners bargain for it? Will they divide it up among the merchants?

7Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears?

8If you lay your hand on it, you will remember the fight. Do not do it again!

9(41:1) See, his expectation is wrong; he is laid low even at the sight of it.

10Is it not fierce when it is awakened? Who is he, then, who can stand before it?

11Who has confronted me that I should repay? Everything under heaven belongs to me!

12I will not keep silent about its limbs, and the extent of its might, and the grace of its arrangement.

13Who can uncover its outer covering? Who can penetrate to the inside of its armor?

14Who can open the doors of its mouth? Its teeth all around are fearsome.

15Its back has rows of shields, shut up closely together as with a seal;

16each one is so close to the next that no air can come between them.

17They lock tightly together, one to the next; they cling together and cannot be separated.

18Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the red glow of dawn.

19Out of its mouth go flames; sparks of fire shoot forth!

20Smoke streams from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning rushes.

21Its breath sets coals ablaze, and a flame shoots from its mouth.

22Strength lodges in its neck, and despair runs before it.

23The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on it, immovable.

24Its heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.

25When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; at its thrashing about they withdraw.

26Whoever strikes it with a sword will have no effect, nor with the spear, arrow, or dart.

27It regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.

28Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones become like chaff to it.

29A club is counted as a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance.

30Its underparts are the sharp points of potsherds; it leaves its mark in the mud like a threshing sledge.

31It makes the deep boil like a cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment,

32It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had a head of white hair.

33The likes of it is not on earth, a creature without fear.

34It looks on every haughty being; it is king over all that are proud.”

1“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

2Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

3Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?

4Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?

5Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?

6Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?

7Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?

8Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.

9Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?

10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

11Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.

12“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

13Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

14Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.

15Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.

16One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

17They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.

18His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

19Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.

20Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

21His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.

22There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.

23The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.

24His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.

25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.

26If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

27He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.

28The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

29Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

30His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

31He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

32He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.

33On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.

34He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”