Job 41

41:1

“Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook 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 beg you for mercy or speak to you softly?

41:4

Will he make a covenant with you to take him as a slave for life?

41:5

Can you pet him like a bird or put him on a leash for your maidens?

41:6

Will traders barter for him or divide him 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 battle and never repeat it!

41:9

Surely hope of overcoming him is false. Is not the sight of him overwhelming?

41:10

No one is so fierce as to rouse Leviathan. Then who is able to stand against Me?

41:11

Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.

41:12

I cannot keep silent about his limbs, his power and graceful form.

41:13

Who can strip off his outer coat? Who can approach him with a bridle?

41:14

Who can open his jaws, ringed by his fearsome teeth?

41:15

His rows of scales are his pride, tightly sealed together.

41:16

One scale is so near to another that no air can pass between them.

41:17

They are joined to one another; they clasp and cannot be separated.

41:18

His snorting flashes with light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn.

41:19

Firebrands stream from his mouth; fiery sparks shoot forth!

41:20

Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.

41:21

His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour from his mouth.

41:22

Strength resides in his neck, and dismay leaps before him.

41:23

The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.

41:24

His chest is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone!

41:25

When Leviathan rises up, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw before his thrashing.

41:26

The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or dart or arrow.

41:27

He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.

41:28

No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him.

41:29

A club is regarded as straw, and he laughs at the sound of the lance.

41:30

His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.

41:31

He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like a jar of ointment.

41:32

He leaves a glistening wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair!

41:33

Nothing on earth is his equal—a creature devoid of fear!

41:34

He looks down on all the haughty; he is king over all the proud.”