# Job 41 [[Job-40|← Job 40]] | [[Job]] | [[Job-42|Job 42 →]] *** ###### v1 "Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord? ###### v2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook? ###### v3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you? ###### v4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever? ###### v5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls? ###### v6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants? ###### v7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears? ###### v8 Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more. ###### v9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him? ###### v10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me? ###### v11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine. ###### v12 "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame. ###### v13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws? ###### v14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror. ###### v15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal. ###### v16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them. ###### v17 They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart. ###### v18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. ###### v19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out. ###### v20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds. ###### v21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth. ###### v22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him. ###### v23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved. ###### v24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone. ###### v25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing. ###### v26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft. ###### v27 He counts iron as straw; and bronze as rotten wood. ###### v28 The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him. ###### v29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin. ###### v30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. ###### v31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment. ###### v32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair. ###### v33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear. ###### v34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride." *** [[Job-40|← Job 40]] | [[Job]] | [[Job-42|Job 42 →]]