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Job Chapter 41 (Index)

001  Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?

002  Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?

003  Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?

004  Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?

005  Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

006  Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?

007  Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?

008  Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.

009  Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

010  None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?

011  Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

012  I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.

013  Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?

014  Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

015  His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.

016  One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

017  They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

018  By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

019  Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.

020  Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

021  His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

022  In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

023  The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

024  His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

025  When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

026  The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

027  He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

028  The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

029  Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

030  Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

031  He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

032  He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.

033  Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.

034  He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.