Job 41:1-34 NASB95

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