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41:1  “See, his hope is wrong, he is laid low, even the sight of him.
41:2  Is he not fierce when he is roused? Who then is able to stand before Me?
41:3  Who has confronted Me that I should repay? Everything under heaven belongs to Me.
41:4  “I will not keep silent about his limbs, or his might or the grace of his arrangement.
41:5  Who can strip off his outer garment? Who can penetrate his double armor?
41:6  Who can open the doors of his face, ringed with fearsome teeth?
41:7  His rows of shields are his pride, shut up closely as with tight seal;
41:8  each so close to the next, that no air can pass between.
41:9  They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated.
41:10  “He sneezes out flashes of light; his eyes are like the eyelids of dawn.
41:11  Out of his mouth go flames, sparks of fire shoot out.
41:12  Smoke pours from his nostrils, as a boiling pot over burning reeds.
41:13  His breath sets coals ablaze and flames dart from his mouth.
41:14  “Strength resides in his neck; dismay runs before him.
41:15  The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on him, immovable.
41:16  His heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.
41:17  “When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; at his crashing they retreat.
41:18  A sword that reaches him has no effect— nor with a spear, dart, or javelin.
41:19  He regards iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
41:20  Arrows do not make him flee; sling stones become like chaff to him.
41:21  A club is regarded as stubble; he laughs at the rattling of a lance.
41:22  “His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail like a threshing sledge in mud.
41:23  He makes the deep boil like a cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:24  He leaves a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair.
41:25  Nothing on dry land is his equal— a creature without fear.
41:26  He sees every haughty thing; he is king over all who are proud.”