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Job|41:1|-|Can you draw out |1|leviathan with a hook,Or press down his tongue with a cord?
Job|41:2|-|Can you put a rope in his nose,Or pierce his jaw with a hook?
Job|41:3|-|Will he make many supplications unto you,Or speak soft words to you?
Job|41:4|-|Will he make a covenant with youThat you would take him as a servant forever?
Job|41:5|-|Will you play with him as with a bird,Or bind him for your maidens?
Job|41:6|-|Will the traders bargain over him?Will they divide him up among merchants?
Job|41:7|-|Can you fill his skin with harpoons,Or his head with fishing spears?
Job|41:8|-|Lay your hand on him,And remember the battle—you will never do it again!
Job|41:9|-|Indeed, any hope for him is vain;Will not one be even cast down at the sight of him?
Job|41:10|-|No one is so fierce as to stir him up;Who then is he who would stand before Me?
Job|41:11|-||a|Who has first given to Me that I should repay him?Whatever is under the whole heaven |b|is Mine.
Job|41:12|-|I will not be silent about his limbsOr about the account of his mighty deeds or about the beauty of his frame.
Job|41:13|-|Who can strip off his outer garment?Who can go within his double jaws?
Job|41:14|-|Who can open the doors of his face?Around his teeth is terror.
Job|41:15|-|His pride is his rows of scales,Shut up as with a tight seal.
Job|41:16|-|One is so near the otherThat the air cannot pass between them.
Job|41:17|-|Each is joined to the other;They stick together and cannot be separated.
Job|41:18|-|His sneezes flash forth light,And his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.
Job|41:19|-|Out of his mouth go forth flaming torches;Sparks of fire leap out.
Job|41:20|-|Out of his nostrils comes smoke,As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
Job|41:21|-|His breath kindles coals,And a flame comes from his mouth.
Job|41:22|-|In his neck abides strength,And terror dances before him.
Job|41:23|-|The folds of his flesh are joined together;They are firm upon him and immovable.
Job|41:24|-|His heart is as firm as stone,Indeed as firm as the lower millstone.
Job|41:25|-|At his rising up, |1|the mighty fear;They are beside themselves with consternation.
Job|41:26|-|The sword that reaches him cannot avail,Nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
Job|41:27|-|He considers iron shafts as straw,And bronze ones as rotted wood.
Job|41:28|-|The arrow does not make him flee;With him slingstones turn to stubble.
Job|41:29|-|Clubs are considered as stubble;He laughs at the quivering javelin.
Job|41:30|-|His underparts are like sharp potsherds;He spreads himself like a |1|threshing sledge upon the mire.
Job|41:31|-|He makes the deep boil like a cauldron;He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Job|41:32|-|Behind him he makes a shining wake;One would think the deep to be white-haired.
Job|41:33|-|On earth there is none his equal,Who is made without fear.
Job|41:34|-|He beholds everything that is high;He is king over all the sons of pride.
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