Legacy Standard Bible

Job 41

Can You Draw Out Leviathan?

411Can you draw out 2,aLeviathan with a fishhook?Or press down its tongue with a cord?2Can you aput a 1rope in its noseOr pierce its jaw with a 2hook?3Will it make many supplications to you,Or will he speak to you soft words?4Will it cut a covenant with you?Will you take it for a slave forever?5Will you play with it as with a bird,Or will you bind it for your young women?6Will the 1traders bargain over it?Will they divide it among the merchants?7Can you fill its skin with harpoons,Or its head with fishing spears?8Place your hand on it;Remember the battle; 1you will not do that again!91Behold, 2his expectation is a lie;Will 3he be laid low even at the sight of it?10No one is so fierce that he dares to aarouse it;Who then is he that can stand before Me?11Who has 1,agiven to Me that I should repay him?Whatever is bunder the whole heaven is Mine.12I will not keep silence concerning its limbs,Or its mighty strength or its graceful frame.13Who can 1strip off its 2outer armor?Who can come with its doubled 3bridle?14Who can open the doors of its face?Around its teeth there is dreadful terror.15Its 1strong scales are its pride,Shut up as with a tight seal.16One is so near to anotherThat no air can come between them.17They cling one to another;They are interlocked and cannot be separated.18Its sneezes flash forth light,And its eyes are like the aeyelids of the morning.19Out of its mouth go burning torches;Sparks of fire 1leap forth.20Out of its nostrils smoke goes forthAs from a boiling pot and burning reeds.21Its breath kindles coals,And a flame goes forth from its mouth.22In its neck lodges strength,And dismay leaps before it.23The folds of its flesh cling together,Hardened upon it and is not shaken.24Its heart is as hard as a stone,Even as hard as a lower millstone.25When it raises itself up, the 1mighty fear,Because of the crashing they are 2bewildered.26The sword that reaches it cannot avail,Nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.27It regards iron as straw,Bronze as rotten wood.28The 1arrow cannot make it flee;Slingstones are turned into stubble for it.29Clubs are regarded as stubble;It laughs at the rattling of the javelin.30Its underparts are like sharp potsherds;It 1spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.31It makes the depths boil like a pot;It makes the sea like a jar of ointment.32Behind it, it makes a wake to shine;One would think the deep to be gray-haired.33aThere is nothing upon the 1dust like it,One made without terror.341It looks on everything that is high;It is king over all the asons of pride.”