Job 41:1-34 - The Lord Continues: Can You Conquer Leviathan, Job?

¹ Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue? ² Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw? ³ Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things? ⁴ Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during? ⁵ Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels? ⁶ (Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!) ⁷ Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head? ⁸ Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add! ⁹ Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down? ¹⁰ None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who is he before Me stationeth himself? ¹¹ Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it is mine.

¹² I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement. ¹³ Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter? ¹⁴ The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth are terrible. ¹⁵ A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal. ¹⁶ One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them. ¹⁷ One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated. ¹⁸ His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes are as the eyelids of the dawn. ¹⁹ Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape. ²⁰ Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds. ²¹ His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth. ²² In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult. ²³ The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved. ²⁴ His heart is firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece. ²⁵ From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free. ²⁶ The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance. ²⁷ He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood. ²⁸ The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling. ²⁹ As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. ³⁰ Under him are sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire. ³¹ He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment. ³² After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary. ³³ There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror. ³⁴ Every high thing he doth see, He is king over all sons of pride.