Job 41:1-34 LSV

[1] “Do you draw leviathan with a hook? And do you let down his tongue with a rope? [2] Do you put a reed in his nose? And pierce his jaw with a thorn? [3] Does he multiply supplications to you? Does he speak tender things to you? [4] Does he make a covenant with you? Do you take him for a perpetual servant? [5] Do you play with him as a bird? And do you bind him for your girls? [6] (Companions feast on him, || They divide him among the merchants!) [7] Do you fill his skin with barbed irons? And his head with fish-spears? [8] Place your hand on him, || Remember the battle—do not add! [9] Behold, the hope of him is found a liar, || Also, is one not cast down at his appearance? [10] None so fierce that he awakes him, || And who [is] he [who] stations himself before Me? [11] Who has brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] Mine. [12] I do not keep silent concerning his parts, || And the matter of might, || And the grace of his arrangement. [13] Who has uncovered the face of his clothing? Who enters within his double bridle? [14] Who has opened the doors of his face? Around his teeth [are] terrible. [15] A pride—strong ones of shields, || Shut up—a close seal. [16] They draw near to one another, || And air does not enter between them. [17] They adhere to one another, || They stick together and are not separated. [18] His sneezings cause light to shine, || And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn. [19] Flames go out of his mouth, sparks of fire escape. [20] Smoke goes forth out of his nostrils, || As a blown pot and reeds. [21] His breath sets coals on fire, || And a flame goes forth from his mouth. [22] Strength lodges in his neck, || And grief exults before him. [23] The flakes of his flesh have adhered—Firm on him—it is not moved. [24] His heart [is] firm as a stone, || Indeed, firm as the lower piece. [25] The mighty are afraid at his rising, || From his breakings they keep themselves free. [26] The sword of his overtaker does not stand, || Spear, dart, and breastplate. [27] He reckons iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood. [28] The son of the bow does not cause him to flee, || Stones of the sling are turned into stubble by him. [29] Darts have been reckoned as stubble, || And he laughs at the shaking of a javelin. [30] Sharp points of clay [are] under him, || He spreads gold on the mire. [31] He causes the deep to boil as a pot, || He makes the sea as a pot of ointment. [32] He causes a path to shine after him, || One thinks the deep to be hoary. [33] There is not on the earth his like, || That is made without terror. [34] He sees every high thing, || He [is] king over all sons of pride.”