Job 41:1-34 ASV

[1] Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord? [2] Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook? [3] Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee? [4] Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever? [5] Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? [6] Will the bands of fishermen make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants? [7] Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears? [8] Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more. [9] Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him? [10] None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me? [11] Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine. [12] I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame. [13] Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws? [14] Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror. [15] His strong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal. [16] One is so near to another, That no air can come between them. [17] They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered. [18] His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. [19] Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth. [20] Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and burning rushes. [21] His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth. [22] In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him. [23] The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved. [24] His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone. [25] When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves. [26] If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft. [27] He counteth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood. [28] The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble. [29] Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin. [30] His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire. [31] He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. [32] He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary. [33] Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear. [34] He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.