Job 41:1-34 NET

[1] (40:25) "Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook, and tie down its tongue with a rope? [2] Can you put a cord through its nose, or pierce its jaw with a hook? [3] Will it make numerous supplications to you, will it speak to you with tender words? [4] Will it make a pact with you, so you could take it as your slave for life? [5] Can you play with it, like a bird, or tie it on a leash for your girls? [6] Will partners bargain for it? Will they divide it up among the merchants? [7] Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears? [8] If you lay your hand on it, you will remember the fight. Do not do it again! [9] (41:1) See, his expectation is wrong, he is laid low even at the sight of it. [10] Is it not fierce when it is awakened? Who is he, then, who can stand before it? [11] Who has confronted me that I should repay? Everything under heaven belongs to me! [12] I will not keep silent about its limbs, and the extent of its might, and the grace of its arrangement. [13] Who can uncover its outer covering? Who can penetrate to the inside of its armor? [14] Who can open the doors of its mouth? Its teeth all around are fearsome. [15] Its back has rows of shields, shut up closely together as with a seal; [16] each one is so close to the next that no air can come between them. [17] They lock tightly together, one to the next; they cling together and cannot be separated. [18] Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the red glow of dawn. [19] Out of its mouth go flames, sparks of fire shoot forth! [20] Smoke streams from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning rushes. [21] Its breath sets coals ablaze and a flame shoots from its mouth. [22] Strength lodges in its neck, and despair runs before it. [23] The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on it, immovable. [24] Its heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. [25] When it rises up, the mighty are terrified, at its thrashing about they withdraw. [26] Whoever strikes it with a sword will have no effect, nor with the spear, arrow, or dart. [27] It regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood. [28] Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones become like chaff to it. [29] A club is counted as a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. [30] Its underparts are the sharp points of potsherds, it leaves its mark in the mud like a threshing sledge. [31] It makes the deep boil like a cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment, [32] It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had a head of white hair. [33] The likes of it is not on earth, a creature without fear. [34] It looks on every haughty being; it is king over all that are proud."