Job 41
New International Version - Job 41 << | >> 123456789101112131415161718192021222324252627282930313233343536373839404142 41:1 'Can you pull in the leviathan with a fishhook or tie down his tongue with a rope? 41:2 Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook? 41:3 Will he keep begging you for mercy? Will he speak to you with gentle words? 41:4 Will he make an agreement with you for you to take him as your slave for life? 41:5 Can you make a pet of him like a bird or put him on a leash for your girls? 41:6 Will traders barter for him? Will they divide him up among the merchants? 41:7 Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears? 41:8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the struggle and never do it again! 41:9 Any hope of subduing him is false; the mere sight of him is overpowering. 41:10 No one is fierce enough to rouse him. Who then is able to stand against me? 41:11 Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me. 41:12 'I will not fail to speak of his limbs, his strength and his graceful form. 41:13 Who can strip off his outer coat? Who would approach him with a bridle? 41:14 Who dares open the doors of his mouth, ringed about with his fearsome teeth? 41:15 His back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; 41:16 each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. 41:17 They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. 41:18 His snorting throws out flashes of light; his eyes are like the rays of dawn. 41:19 Firebrands stream from his mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. 41:20 Smoke pours from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over a fire of reeds. 41:21 His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from his mouth. 41:22 Strength resides in his neck; dismay goes before him. 41:23 The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. 41:24 His chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. 41:25 When he rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before his thrashing. 41:26 The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. 41:27 Iron he treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. 41:28 Arrows do not make him flee; slingstones are like chaff to him. 41:29 A club seems to him but a piece of straw; he laughs at the rattling of the lance. 41:30 His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. 41:31 He makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. 41:32 Behind him he leaves a glistening wake; one would think the deep had white hair. 41:33 Nothing on earth is his equal- a creature without fear. 41:34 He looks down on all that are haughty; he is king over all that are proud.'