Job 41:1-34 BSB

[1] “Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook or tie down his tongue with a rope? [2] Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook? [3] Will he beg you for mercy or speak to you softly? [4] Will he make a covenant with you to take him as a slave for life? [5] Can you pet him like a bird or put him on a leash for your maidens? [6] Will traders barter for him or divide him among the merchants? [7] Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears? [8] If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle and never repeat it! [9] Surely hope of overcoming him is false. Is not the sight of him overwhelming? [10] No one is so fierce as to rouse Leviathan. Then who is able to stand against Me? [11] Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven is Mine. [12] I cannot keep silent about his limbs, his power and graceful form. [13] Who can strip off his outer coat? Who can approach him with a bridle? [14] Who can open his jaws, ringed by his fearsome teeth? [15] His rows of scales are his pride, tightly sealed together. [16] One scale is so near to another that no air can pass between them. [17] They are joined to one another; they clasp and cannot be separated. [18] His snorting flashes with light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn. [19] Firebrands stream from his mouth; fiery sparks shoot forth! [20] Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. [21] His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour from his mouth. [22] Strength resides in his neck, and dismay leaps before him. [23] The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. [24] His chest is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone! [25] When Leviathan rises up, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw before his thrashing. [26] The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or dart or arrow. [27] He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood. [28] No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him. [29] A club is regarded as straw, and he laughs at the sound of the lance. [30] His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge. [31] He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like a jar of ointment. [32] He leaves a glistening wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair! [33] Nothing on earth is his equal—a creature devoid of fear! [34] He looks down on all the haughty; he is king over all the proud.”