Job 41:1-34 LSB

[1] “Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down its tongue with a cord? [2] “Can you put a rope in its nose Or pierce its jaw with a hook? [3] “Will it make many supplications to you, Or will he speak to you soft words? [4] “Will it cut a covenant with you? Will you take it for a slave forever? [5] “Will you play with it as with a bird, Or will you bind it for your young women? [6] “Will the traders bargain over it? Will they divide it among the merchants? [7] “Can you fill its skin with harpoons, Or its head with fishing spears? [8] “Place your hand on it; Remember the battle; you will not do that again! [9] “Behold, his expectation is a lie; Will he be laid low even at the sight of it? [10] “No one is so fierce that he dares to arouse it; Who then is he that can stand before Me? [11] “Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine. [12] “I will not keep silence concerning its limbs, Or its mighty strength or its graceful frame. [13] “Who can strip off its outer armor? Who can come with its doubled bridle? [14] “Who can open the doors of its face? Around its teeth there is dreadful terror. [15] “Its strong scales are its pride, Shut up as with a tight seal. [16] “One is so near to another That no air can come between them. [17] “They cling one to another; They are interlocked and cannot be separated. [18] “Its sneezes flash forth light, And its eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. [19] “Out of its mouth go burning torches; Sparks of fire leap forth. [20] “Out of its nostrils smoke goes forth As from a boiling pot and burning reeds. [21] “Its breath kindles coals, And a flame goes forth from its mouth. [22] “In its neck lodges strength, And dismay leaps before it. [23] “The folds of its flesh cling together, Hardened upon it and is not shaken. [24] “Its heart is as hard as a stone, Even as hard as a lower millstone. [25] “When it raises itself up, the mighty fear, Because of the crashing they are bewildered. [26] “The sword that reaches it cannot avail, Nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin. [27] “It regards iron as straw, Bronze as rotten wood. [28] “The arrow cannot make it flee; Slingstones are turned into stubble for it. [29] “Clubs are regarded as stubble; It laughs at the rattling of the javelin. [30] “Its underparts are like sharp potsherds; It spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire. [31] “It makes the depths boil like a pot; It makes the sea like a jar of ointment. [32] “Behind it, it makes a wake to shine; One would think the deep to be gray-haired. [33] “There is nothing upon the dust like it, One made without terror. [34] “It looks on everything that is high; It is king over all the sons of pride.”