Job 41:1-34 VOICE

[1] Eternal One: Now let us not stop here. What of Leviathan? Can you haul it in on the end of a hook or strap down its tongue with your line? [2] Will you subdue it with a fragile reed through its nose or pierce its jaw with a hook? [3] Do you imagine it will beg you endlessly for mercy or lower its voice to a whisper when speaking to you? [4] Will it strike a deal with you and enter into your service as a lifelong slave? [5] Will you play with it as you would a pet bird or put it on a leash for your girls? [6] Will traders haggle over its price and others seek to divide it up among the merchants? [7] Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears? [8] If you are able to lay a hand on it, You will remember the struggle all of your days, and you will never do it again. [9] Now look, any expectation you could subdue it will be shattered. Just the sight of it is enough to overpower you. [10] No one is fierce enough to dare disturb it. So is there anyone in all the earth who dares to stand up to Me? [11] Who could ever confront Me and force Me to repay him? Everything and everyone under heaven is Mine! [12] I will not be silent regarding Leviathan's powerful limbs, its enormous strength, or its beautiful form. [13] Who can reveal what is under its outer armor covering or penetrate down through its double coat of mail? [14] Who can pry open its enormous jaws? Remember: its teeth are a terror from every angle. [15] Its back is covered with rows of shields that overlap and shut with a tight seal- [16] One against another, so close that no wind passes between them. [17] They are joined to one another, inseparably locked. [18] When it sneezes, light flashes from its nostrils; its eyes are like the rays of the morning sun. [19] Fire streams from its mouth as fiery sparks fly outward. [20] Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot or a brush fire. [21] Its searing breath sets coals ablaze; its flaming tongue darts from its mouth. [22] Leviathan's neck bristles with raw power; terror dances before him. [23] The creases in its flesh fuse together: firm, fixed, immovable. [24] Its heart is rock hard, as hard as a lower millstone, impervious to grinding. [25] When the beast rises up and moves near, the mighty ones shudder in fear; when it crashes down, they retreat. [26] The sword that reaches it may strike but to no effect, so, too, the spear, the dart, and the lance. [27] For it treats iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood. [28] The arrow cannot force its retreat, and the stone from the sling shatters on impact. [29] A club is no more dangerous to it than a piece of straw; it taunts and laughs at the rattling lance. [30] Its underbelly is as sharp as broken pottery shards; it easily dredges a channel in the mud behind it. [31] It brings the deep to a rolling boil like a pot over a hot fire; in its course it stirs the sea like a pot of ointment. [32] Behind it, the wake is bright and shining, as if the sea has long white hair. [33] Nothing on earth is its equal, this creature fashioned without fear. [34] It looks upon all the high and mighty- this king over the children of pride.