Job - Chapter 41 - New International Version
- "Can you pull in Leviathan with a fishhook or tie down its tongue with a rope?
- Can you put a cord through its nose or pierce its jaw with a hook?
- Will it keep begging you for mercy? Will it speak to you with gentle words?
- Will it make an agreement with you for you to take it as your slave for life?
- Can you make a pet of it like a bird or put it on a leash for the young women in your house?
- Will traders barter for it? Will they divide it up among the merchants?
- Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears?
- If you lay a hand on it, you will remember the struggle and never do it again!
- Any hope of subduing it is false; the mere sight of it is overpowering.
- No one is fierce enough to rouse it. Who then is able to stand against me?
- Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me.
- "I will not fail to speak of Leviathan's limbs, its strength and its graceful form.
- Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor "?
- Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth?
- Its back has "rows of shields tightly sealed together;
- each is so close to the next that no air can pass between.
- They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted.
- Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn.
- Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out.
- Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.
- Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth.
- Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it.
- The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.
- Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.
- When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing.
- The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin.
- Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood.
- Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it.
- A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance.
- Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
- It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
- It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair.
- Nothing on earth is its equal — a creature without fear.
- It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud."