Job 41:1-34 TLB

[1] "Can you catch a crocodile with a hook and line? Or put a noose around his tongue? [2] Can you tie him with a rope through the nose, or pierce his jaw with a spike? [3] Will he beg you to desist or try to flatter you from your intentions? [4] Will he agree to let you make him your slave for life? [5] Can you make a pet of him like a bird, or give him to your little girls to play with? [6] Do fishing partners sell him to the fishmongers? [7] Will his hide be hurt by darts, or his head with a harpoon? [8] "If you lay your hands upon him, you will long remember the battle that ensues and you will never try it again! [9] No, it's useless to try to capture him. It is frightening even to think about it! [10] No one dares to stir him up, let alone try to conquer him. And if no one can stand before him, who can stand before me? [11] I owe no one anything. Everything under the heaven is mine. [12] "I should mention, too, the tremendous strength in his limbs and throughout his enormous frame. [13] Who can penetrate his hide, or who dares come within reach of his jaws? [14] For his teeth are terrible. [15] His overlapping scales are his pride, making a tight seal so no air can get between them, and nothing can penetrate. [18] "When he sneezes, the sunlight sparkles like lightning across the vapor droplets. His eyes glow like sparks. [19] Fire leaps from his mouth. [20] Smoke flows from his nostrils, like steam from a boiling pot that is fired by dry rushes. [21] Yes, his breath would kindle coals-flames leap from his mouth. [22] "The tremendous strength in his neck strikes terror wherever he goes. [23] His flesh is hard and firm, not soft and fat. [24] His heart is hard as rock, just like a millstone. [25] When he stands up, the strongest are afraid. Terror grips them. [26] No sword can stop him, nor spear nor dart nor pointed shaft. [27] Iron is nothing but straw to him, and brass is rotten wood. Arrows cannot make him flee. Sling stones are as ineffective as straw. [29] Clubs do no good, and he laughs at the javelins hurled at him. [30] His belly is covered with scales as sharp as shards; they tear up the ground as he drags through the mud. [31] "He makes the water boil with his commotion. He churns the depths. He leaves a shining wake of froth behind him. One would think the sea was made of frost! [33] There is nothing else so fearless anywhere on earth. [34] Of all the beasts, he is the proudest-monarch of all that he sees."