Job 41:1-34 GW

[1] "Can you pull Leviathan out of the water with a fishhook or tie its tongue down with a rope? [2] Can you put a ring through its nose or pierce its jaw with a hook? [3] Will it plead with you for mercy or speak tenderly to you? [4] Will it make an agreement with you so that you can take it as your permanent slave? [5] Can you play with it like a bird or keep it on a leash for your girls? [6] Will traders bargain over it and divide it among the merchants? [7] Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears? [8] Lay your hand on it. Think of the struggle! Don't do it again! [9] Certainly, any hope of defeating it is a false hope. Doesn't the sight of it overwhelm you? [10] No one is brave enough to provoke Leviathan. Then who can stand in front of me? [11] Who can confront me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven belongs to me! [12] "I will not be silent about Leviathan's limbs, its strength, or its graceful form. [13] Who can skin its hide? Who can approach it with a harness? [14] Who can open its closed mouth? Its teeth are surrounded by terror. [15] Its back has rows of scales that are tightly sealed. [16] One is so close to the other that there is no space between them. [17] Each is joined to the other. They are locked together and inseparable. [18] When Leviathan sneezes, it gives out a flash of light. Its eyes are like the first rays of the dawn. [19] Flames shoot from its mouth. Sparks of fire fly from it. [20] Smoke comes from its nostrils like a boiling pot heated over brushwood. [21] Its breath sets coals on fire, and a flame pours from its mouth. [22] Strength resides in its neck, and power dances in front of it. [23] The folds of its flesh stick to each other. They are solid and cannot be moved. [24] Its chest is solid like a rock, solid like a millstone. [25] "The mighty are afraid when Leviathan rises. Broken down, they draw back. [26] A sword may strike it but not pierce it. Neither will a spear, lance, or dart. [27] It considers iron to be like straw and bronze to be like rotten wood. [28] An arrow won't make it run away. Stones from a sling turn to dust against it. [29] It considers clubs to be like stubble, and it laughs at a rattling javelin. [30] Its underside is like sharp pieces of broken pottery. It stretches out like a threshing sledge on the mud. [31] It makes the deep sea boil like a pot. It stirs up the ocean like a boiling kettle. [32] It leaves a shining path behind it so that the sea appears to have silvery hair. [33] Nothing on land can compare to it. It was made fearless. [34] It looks down on all high things. It is king of everyone who is arrogant."