Job 41
1 “Look: the hope placed in him is deceptive; just seeing him, doesn’t one fall to the ground?
2 No one is fierce enough to wake him; who, then, can stand before me?
3 Who has given me anything first, that I should have to repay him? Everything under heaven is mine.
4 Will I keep silent about him—about his limbs, his strength, and the grace of his build?
5 Who has uncovered the front of his garment? Who can approach his double bridle?
6 Who has opened the doors of his face? Terror surrounds his teeth.
7 His pride is the rows of shields, tightly sealed together.
8 One joins to another, and not even air passes between them.
9 Each clings to its neighbor; they are locked together and cannot be separated.
10 His snorts make light flash, and his eyes are like the eyelids of dawn.
11 Torches stream from his mouth; sparks of fire escape.
12 Smoke comes from his nostrils, like a boiling pot over burning reeds.
13 His breath sets coals ablaze, and flame comes from his mouth.”
14 “Strength dwells in his neck, and despair leaps before him.
15 The folds of his flesh cling together, firm upon him and immovable.
16 His heart is hard as stone, hard as the lower millstone.
17 When he rises, the mighty are afraid; at the crash, they lose their composure.
18 The sword that reaches him cannot hold firm, nor can the spear, the javelin, or the arrow.
19 Iron is straw to him, and bronze is rotten wood.
20 The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones become chaff to him.
21 The club is counted as chaff, and he laughs at the rattle of the javelin.
22 Sharp shards lie beneath him; he leaves a furrow through the mud.
23 He makes the depths boil like a pot; he turns the sea into a vessel of perfume.
24 Behind him the path shines; one would think the deep had grown white hair.
25 On earth there is none like him, a creature made without fear.
26 He looks down on everything lofty; he is king over all the children of pride.”
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