41 Canst
thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which
thou lettest down? 2 Canst
thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn? 3 Will
he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee? 4 Will
he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? 5 Wilt
thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? 6 Shall
the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants? 7 Canst
thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears? 8 Lay
thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more. 9 Behold,
the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight
of him? 10 None
is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me? 11 Who
hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole
heaven is mine. 12 I
will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion. 13 Who
can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his
double bridle? 14 Who
can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about. 15 His
scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
16
One is so near to another, that no air can come between them. 17 They
are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered. 18 By
his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the
morning. 19 Out
of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. 20 Out
of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. 21 His
breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. 22 In
his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him. 23 The
flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they
cannot be moved. 24 His
heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. 25 When
he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they
purify themselves. 26 The
sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the
habergeon. 27 He
esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. 28 The
arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble. 29 Darts
are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. 30 Sharp
stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. 31 He
maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. 32 He
maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary. 33 Upon
earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. 34 He
beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.