Job - Chapter 41 - A Conservative Version
- Can thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
- Can thou put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
- Will he make many supplications to thee? Or will he speak soft words to thee?
- Will he make a covenant with thee, that thou should take him for a servant forever?
- Will thou play with him as with a bird? Or will thou bind him for thy maidens?
- Will the bands make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?
- Can thou fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish-spears?
- Lay thy hand upon him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
- Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not [a man] be cast down even at the sight of him?
- None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
- Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Under the whole heaven is mine.
- I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
- Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
- Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
- [His] strong scales are [his] pride, shut up together [like] a close seal.
- One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
- They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they cannot be parted.
- His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
- Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.
- Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot and [burning] rushes.
- His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes forth from his mouth.
- In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.
- The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm upon him. They cannot be moved.
- His heart is as firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the nether millstone.
- When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid. Because of consternation they are beside themselves.
- If a man lays at him with the sword it cannot avail, nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
- He counts iron as straw, [and] brass as rotten wood.
- The arrow cannot make him flee. Sling-stones are turned into stubble with him.
- Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
- His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds. He spreads out [as] a threshing-wagon upon the mire.
- He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
- He makes a path to shine after him. [A man] would think the deep to be hoary.
- Upon earth there is not his like who is made without fear.
- He beholds everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.