Job - Chapter 41 - American King James Version
- Can you draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which you let down?
- Can you put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
- Will he make many supplications to you? will he speak soft words to you?
- Will he make a covenant with you? will you take him for a servant for ever?
- Will you play with him as with a bird? or will you bind him for your maidens?
- Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
- Can you fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
- Lay your hand on him, remember the battle, do no more.
- Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
- None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
- Who has prevented me, that I should repay him? whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
- I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
- Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
- Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
- His scales are his pride, shut up together as with 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, that they cannot be sundered.
- By his neesings a light does shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
- Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
- Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
- His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
- In his neck remains strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
- The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
- His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
- When he raises up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
- The sword of him that lays at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
- He esteems iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
- The arrow cannot make him flee: sling stones are turned with him into stubble.
- Darts are counted as stubble: he laughs at the shaking of a spear.
- Sharp stones are under him: he spreads sharp pointed things on 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; one would think the deep to be hoary.
- On earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
- He beholds all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.