Job 41 — God Describes Leviathan

1Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?💡

2Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?💡

3Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?💡

4Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?💡

5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?💡

6Will the bands of fishermen make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?💡

7Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish - spears?💡

8Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.💡

9Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?💡

10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?💡

11Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.💡

12I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.💡

13Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?💡

14Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.💡

15His strong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal.💡

16One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.💡

17They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.💡

18His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.💡

19Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.💡

20Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.💡

21His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.💡

22In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.💡

23The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; They cannot be moved.💡

24His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.💡

25When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.💡

26If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.💡

27He counteth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.💡

28The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.💡

29Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.💡

30His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.💡

31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.💡

32He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.💡

33Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.💡

34He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.💡