Job 41

1Can you draw Leviathan with a hook, or let down his tongue with a cord?

2Can you put a hook in his nose, or pierce his jaw with a thorn?

3Will he lavish entreaties on you, or speak tenderly to you?

4Will he make a covenant with you to take him for a servant forever?

5Will you mock him like a bird, or bind him for your maidens?

6Will companions bargain for him? Will they divide him among merchants?

7Will you fill his hide with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?

8Put your hand upon him; remember the battle—do no more.

9See, his hope fails. Won't one be cast down even at his appearance?

10None so fierce that he would rouse him—who then is he who stands before me?

11Who has anticipated me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.

12I will not be silent about his limbs, nor his mighty power, nor his graceful proportions.

13Who can uncover the surface of his garment? Who can come with his double bridle?

14Who can open the doors of his face? Dread surrounds his teeth.

15Mighty shields are his pride, shut with a tight seal.

16One to one they draw near, and no air comes between them.

17They adhere one to another; they grasp each other and cannot be separated.

18His sneezings shine light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of dawn.

19Torches go from his mouth; they leap like sparks of fire.

20Smoke goes out from his nostrils like from a boiling pot and caldron.

21His breath sets coals ablaze, and flame bursts from his mouth.

22Strength remains in his neck, and dread dances before him.

23The flakes of his flesh stick fast together; they hold tight upon him—they cannot shift.

24His heart is as firm as a stone, and as firm as the lower millstone.

25His majesty terrifies the mighty; before his thrashings they purify themselves.

26The sword that reaches him does not prevail; nor spear, dart, nor breastplate.

27He considers iron straw and bronze rotten wood.

28No arrow drives him away; sling stones turn to stubble for him.

29Darts are counted as stubble, and he laughs at the rattling of a spear.

30Sharp shards lie beneath him; he spreads sharp points across the mire.

31He boils the deep like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

32He brightens a path behind him; one considers the deep to be gray-haired.

33On earth there is nothing like him, made without fear.

34He sees all lofty things; he is king over all the sons of pride.