Job 41:1-34 NIV

Job 41:1-34 NIV [1] "Can you pull in Leviathan with a fishhook or 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 keep begging you for mercy? Will it speak to you with gentle words? [4] Will it make an agreement with you for you to take it as your slave for life? [5] Can you make a pet of it like a bird or put it on a leash for the young women in your house? [6] Will traders barter 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 a hand on it, you will remember the struggle and never do it again! [9] Any hope of subduing it is false; the mere sight of it is overpowering. [10] No one is fierce enough to rouse it. Who then is able to stand against me? [11] Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me. [12] "I will not fail to speak of Leviathan's limbs, its strength and its graceful form. [13] Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? [14] Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? [15] Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; [16] each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. [17] They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. [18] Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. [19] Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. [20] Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. [21] Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. [22] Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. [23] The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. [24] Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. [25] When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. [26] The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. [27] Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. [28] Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. [29] A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. [30] Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. [31] It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. [32] It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. [33] Nothing on earth is its equal-a creature without fear. [34] It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud."

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