Job 41

Can You Draw Out Leviathan?

1“Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook
or press down its tongue with a cord? 2Can you put a rope through its nose
or pierce its jaw with a hook? 3Will it multiply pleas to you?
Will it speak soft words to you? 4Will it make a covenant with you
so that you take it as a servant forever? 5Will you play with it as with a bird
or tie it up for your girls? 6Will traders bargain over it?
Will they divide it among merchants? 7Can you fill its skin with harpoons
or its head with fishing spears? 8Put your hand upon it;
remember the battle—
you will not do it again!

No One Is Fierce Enough to Stir It

9Look, one’s hope concerning it is false;
is one not cast down even at the sight of it? 10No one is so fierce that he dares stir it up.
Who then is able to stand before me? 11Who has first given to me, that I should repay him?
Whatever is under all the heavens is mine.

I Will Not Be Silent About Its Limbs

12I will not be silent about its limbs,
or the word of its might,
or the grace of its form. 13Who can uncover the face of its garment?
Who can enter its double row of teeth? 14Who can open the doors of its face?
Around its teeth is terror. 15Its back is rows of shields,
shut up tightly with a seal. 16One is so near another
that no air can come between them. 17They cling to one another;
they hold together and cannot be separated.

Its Sneezings Flash Light

18Its sneezings flash light,
and its eyes are like the eyelids of dawn. 19From its mouth go burning torches;
sparks of fire leap out. 20From its nostrils smoke goes out,
as from a boiling pot over reeds. 21Its breath kindles coals,
and flame goes out from its mouth. 22Strength dwells in its neck,
and terror dances before it. 23The folds of its flesh cling together;
they are firm upon it and cannot be moved. 24Its heart is hard as stone,
hard as the lower millstone.

The Mighty Are Afraid

25When it rises, mighty ones are afraid;
because of the crashing they lose themselves. 26The sword that reaches it does not stand,
nor spear, dart, or javelin. 27It regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood. 28An arrow does not make it flee;
sling stones become stubble to it. 29Clubs are regarded as stubble,
and it laughs at the rattling of the javelin.

It Makes the Deep Boil Like a Pot

30Its undersides are like sharp potsherds;
it spreads a threshing sledge upon the mud. 31It makes the deep boil like a pot;
it makes the sea like a pot of ointment. 32Behind it, it makes a path shine;
one would think the deep had white hair. 33On earth there is nothing like it,
a creature made without fear. 34It looks upon everything high;
it is king over all the children of pride.”