Book 18 Job Chapter 041


041:001	Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
041:002	Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
041:003	Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?
041:004	Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
041:005	Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
041:006	Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
041:007	Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
041:008	Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
041:009	Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
041:010	None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
041:011	Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
041:012	I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
041:013	Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
041:014	Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
041:015	His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
041:016	One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
041:017	They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
041:018	By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
041:019	Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
041:020	Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
041:021	His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
041:022	In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
041:023	The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
041:024	His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
041:025	When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
041:026	The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
041:027	He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
041:028	The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
041:029	Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
041:030	Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
041:031	He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
041:032	He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
041:033	Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
041:034	He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.