41:1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fish hook? or press down his tongue with a cord?
41:2 Canst thou put a rope into his nose? or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
41:3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak soft words unto thee?
41:4 Will he make a covenant with thee, that thou shouldest take him for 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 bands of fishermen make traffic of him? shall they part 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 of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
41:10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up: who then is he that can stand before me?
41:11 Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
41:12 I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his comely proportion.
41:13 Who can strip off his outer garment? who shall come within his double bridle?
41:14 Who can open the doors of his face? round about his teeth is terror.
41:15 His strong scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close 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 His neesings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.
41:20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, as of a seething pot and burning rushes.
41:21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
41:22 In his neck abideth strength, and terror danceth before him.
41:23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
41:24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.
41:25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: by reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
41:26 If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
41:27 He counteth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
41:28 The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
41:29 Clubs are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
41:30 His underparts are like sharp potsherds: he spreadeth as it were a threshing wain upon the mire.
41:31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like 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, that is made without fear.
41:34 He beholdeth every thing that is high: he is king over all the sons of pride.
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