41:1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? 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 Will the bands `of fishermen' make traffic of him? Will 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 thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more. |
41:9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will 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 goodly frame. |
41:13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws? |
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, so that they cannot be sundered. |
41:18 His sneezings 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 boiling 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: Sling-stones 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 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, That is made without fear. |
41:34 He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride. |