The Holy Bible
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Job 41 : 1 - 34
Chapter 41
1 | "Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook, Or snare his tongue with a line which you lower?
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2 | Can you put a reed through his nose, Or pierce his jaw with a hook?
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3 | Will he make many supplications to you? Will he speak softly to you?
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4 | Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him as a servant forever?
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5 | Will you play with him as with a bird, Or will you leash him for your maidens?
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6 | Will your companions make a banquet of him? Will they apportion him among the merchants?
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7 | Can you fill his skin with harpoons, Or his head with fishing spears?
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8 | Lay your hand on him; Remember the battle--Never do it again!
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9 | Indeed, any hope of overcoming him is false; Shall one not be overwhelmed at the sight of him?
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10 | No one is so fierce that he would dare stir him up. Who then is able to stand against Me?
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11 | Who has preceded Me, that I should pay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.
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12 | "I will not conceal his limbs, His mighty power, or his graceful proportions.
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13 | Who can remove his outer coat? Who can approach him with a double bridle?
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14 | Who can open the doors of his face, With his terrible teeth all around?
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15 | His rows of scales are his pride, Shut up tightly as with a seal;
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16 | One is so near another That no air can come between them;
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17 | They are joined one to another, They stick together and cannot be parted.
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18 | His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
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19 | Out of his mouth go burning lights; Sparks of fire shoot out.
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20 | Smoke goes out of his nostrils, As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
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21 | His breath kindles coals, And a flame goes out of his mouth.
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22 | Strength dwells in his neck, And sorrow dances before him.
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23 | The folds of his flesh are joined together; They are firm on him and cannot be moved.
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24 | His heart is as hard as stone, Even as hard as the lower millstone.
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25 | When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; Because of his crashings they are beside themselves.
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26 | Though the sword reaches him, it cannot avail; Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.
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27 | He regards iron as straw, And bronze as rotten wood.
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28 | The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones become like stubble to him.
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29 | Darts are regarded as straw; He laughs at the threat of javelins.
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30 | His undersides are like sharp potsherds; He spreads pointed marks in the mire.
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31 | He makes the deep boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
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32 | He leaves a shining wake behind him; One would think the deep had white hair.
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33 | On earth there is nothing like him, Which is made without fear.
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34 | He beholds every high thing; He is king over all the children of pride."
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