Job Chapter 41

Great power of God in the leviathan

41:1 Can you drag out leviathan with a hook? or hold down his tongue with a cord?
41:2 Can you put a bulrush through his nostril? or pierce his cheek with a thorn?
41:3 Will he make many appeals to you? will he speak soft words to you?
41:4 Will he make alliance with you? will you take him for a servant forever?
41:5 Will you play with him like [with] a bird? or will you tie him up for your maidens?
41:6 Shall the associates make a feast of him? shall they divide him among the Canaanites?
41:7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with harpoons?
41:8 Put your hand on him, remember the battle, never do it again!
41:9 Look, his hope is a lie: shall [one] not be overwhelmed even at his appearance?
41:10 No one is so cruel as to dare to stir him up: who then [is] able to stand before Me?
41:11 Who has prevented Me, that I should repay [him]? whatever is under the whole heavens [is] Mine!
41:12 I will not keep silent [as to] his limbs, or his strength, or his beautiful proportion.
41:13 Who can remove the face of his clothing? or who can come [to him] with his double bridle?
41:14 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible on every side.
41:15 His scales are his pride, close together [to make] a tight seal.
41:16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
41:17 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they can’t be separated.
41:18 By his sneezing a light does shine, and his eyes [are] like the eyelids of the dawn.
41:19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, [and] sparks of fire leap out.
41:20 Smoke goes out of his nostrils, as out of a boiling pot or caldron [fired] by bulrush.
41:21 His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
41:22 In the back of neck resides strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
41:23 The folds of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
41:24 His heart is like cast as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone.
41:25 When he raises up himself, the mighty are afraid: because of destruction they purify themselves.
41:26 The sword of him that overtakes him can’t hold: the spear, the dart, nor the body armor.
41:27 He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
41:28 The arrow can’t make him flee: slingstones are turned into stubble by him .
41:29 Darts are counted as straw: he laughed at the shaking of a spear.
41:30 Sharp stones are under him: he spreads sharp pointed things on the mire.
41:31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot: he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32 He makes a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be grayheaded.
41:33 There is nothing him like on earth , who is made without fear.
41:34 He sees all high [things]: he [is] a king over all the sons of pride.