1 | 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.
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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. |