Job 41
God’s Power Shown in Creatures
1“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook?
Or press down his tongue with a cord?
2Can you put a rope in his nose
Or pierce his jaw with a hook?
3Will he make many supplications to you,
Or will he speak to you soft words?
4Will he make a covenant with you?
Will you take him for a servant forever?
5Will you play with him as with a bird,
Or will you bind him for your maidens?
6Will the traders bargain over him?
Will they divide him among the merchants?
7Can you fill his skin with harpoons,
Or his head with fishing spears?
8Lay your hand on him;
Remember the battle; you will not do it again!
9Behold, your expectation is false;
Will you be laid low even at the sight of him?
10No one is so fierce that he dares to arouse him;
Who then is he that can stand before Me?
11Who has given to Me that I should repay him?
Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine.
12“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,
Or his mighty strength, or his orderly frame.
13Who can strip off his outer armor?
Who can come within his double mail?
14Who can open the doors of his face?
Around his teeth there is terror.
15His strong scales are his pride,
Shut up as with a tight seal.
16One is so near to another
That no air can come between them.
17They are joined one to another;
They clasp each other and cannot be separated.
18His sneezes flash forth light,
And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19Out of his mouth go burning torches;
Sparks of fire leap forth.
20Out of his nostrils smoke goes forth
As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
21His breath kindles coals,
And a flame goes forth from his mouth.
22In his neck lodges strength,
And dismay leaps before him.
23The folds of his flesh are joined together,
Firm on him and immovable.
24His heart is as hard as a stone,
Even as hard as a lower millstone.
25When he raises himself up, the mighty fear;
Because of the crashing they are bewildered.
26The sword that reaches him cannot avail,
Nor the spear, the dart or the javelin.
27He regards iron as straw,
Bronze as rotten wood.
28The arrow cannot make him flee;
Slingstones are turned into stubble for him.
29Clubs are regarded as stubble;
He laughs at the rattling of the javelin.
30His underparts are like sharp potsherds;
He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.
31He makes the depths boil like a pot;
He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
32Behind him he makes a wake to shine;
One would think the deep to be gray-haired.
33Nothing on earth is like him,
One made without fear.
34He looks on everything that is high;
He is king over all the sons of pride.”