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41:1  “Canst thou draw out Leviathan with a hook? Or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
41:2  Canst thou put a hook into his nose, or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
41:3  Will he make many supplications unto thee? Will he speak soft words unto thee?
41:4  Will he make a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him as a servant for ever?
41:5  Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
41:6  Shall the companions make a banquet of him? Shall they parcel him among the merchants?
41:7  Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
41:8  Lay thine hand upon him; remember the battle, and do so no more!
41:9  Behold, the hope against him is in vain. Shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
41:10  None is so fierce that dare stir him up. Who then is able to stand before Me?
41:11  Who hath come before Me, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.
41:12  “I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
41:13  Who can uncover the face of his garment? Or who can come to him with his double bridle?
41:14  Who can open the doors of his face? His teeth are terrible round about.
41:15  His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a tight seal.
41:16  One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
41:17  They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
41:18  By his sneezings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:19  Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
41:20  Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
41:21  His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
41:22  In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
41:23  The folds of his flesh are joined together; they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
41:24  His heart is as firm as a stone, yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
41:25  When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid; by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
41:26  The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold the spear, the dart, nor the breastplate.
41:27  He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
41:28  The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned by him into stubble.
41:29  Darts are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
41:30  Sharp potsherds are his undersides; he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
41:31  He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32  He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
41:33  Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
41:34  He beholdeth all high things; he is a king over all the children of pride.”