Job 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, ![]() |
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 ![]() |
41:13 | Who can discover the face of his ![]() |
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 ![]() |
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 ![]() |
41:33 | Upon ![]() |
41:34 | He beholdeth all high [things]: he [is] a ![]() |