Job 41
1 Hast thou not seen him? and hast
thou not wondered at the things said of him?
2 Dost thou not fear because
preparation has been made by me? for who is there that resists me?
3 Or who will resist me, and abide,
since the whole world under heaven is mine?
4 I will not be silent because of him:
though because of his power one shall pity his
antagonist. 5 Who will open the face
of his garment? and who can enter within the fold of his breast-plate?
6 Who will open the doors of his face?
terror is round about his teeth. 7 His
inwards are as brazen plates, and the texture of his
skin as a smyrite stone.
8 One
part cleaves fast to another, and the air cannot come
between them. 9 They will remain
united each to the other: they are closely joined, and cannot be separated.
10 At his sneezing a light shines,
and his eyes are as the appearance of the morning
star. 11 Out of his mouth proceed as
it were burning lamps, and as it were hearths of fire are cast abroad.
12 Out of his nostrils proceeds smoke
of a furnace burning with fire of coals.
13 His breath is
as live coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
14 And power is lodged in his neck,
before him destruction runs. 15 The
flesh also of his body is joined together:
if one pours violence upon
him, he shall not be moved. 16 His
heart is firm as a stone, and it stands like an unyielding anvil.
17 And when he turns,
he is a terror to the four-footed wild beasts which
leap upon the earth. 18 If spears
should come against him, men will effect nothing,
either with the spear or the breast-plate.
19 For he considers iron as chaff,
and brass as rotten wood. 20 The bow
of brass shall not wound him, he deems a slinger as grass.
21 Mauls are counted as stubble; and
he laughs to scorn the waving of the firebrand.
22 His lair is
formed of sharp points; and all the gold of the sea
under him is as an immense quantity of clay.
23 He makes the deep boil like a
brazen caldron; and he regards the sea as a pot of ointment,
24 and the lowest part of the deep as
a captive: he reckons the deep as his range.
25 There is nothing upon the earth
like to him, formed to be sported with by my angels.
26 He beholds every high thing: and
he is king of all that are in the waters.