Job 41

1 canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? 2 canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn? 3 will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee? 4 will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? 5 wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? 6 shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants? 7 canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears? 8 lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more 9 behold, the hope of him is in vain shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? 10 none is so fierce that dare stir him up who then is able to stand before me? 11 who hath prevented me, that i should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine 12 i will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion 13 who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle? 14 who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about 15 his scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal 16 one is so near to another, that no air can come between them 17 they are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered 18 by his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning 19 out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out 20 out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron 21 his breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth 22 in his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him 23 the flakes of his flesh are joined together they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved 24 his heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone 25 when he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid by reason of breakings they purify themselves 26 the sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon 27 he esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood 28 the arrow cannot make him flee slingstones are turned with him into stubble 29 darts are counted as stubble he laugheth at the shaking of a spear 30 sharp stones are under him he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire 31 he maketh the deep to boil like a pot he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment 32 he maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary 33 upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear 34 he beholdeth all high things he is a king over all the children of pride