1Wilt thou drawouttheleviathanwiththehook,andpress downhistonguewithacord? 2Wilt thou putarush-rope intohisnose,andpiercehisjawwithaspike? 3Willhemake many supplications unto thee?orwillhespeak softly unto thee? 4Willhemakeacovenantwiththee? wilt thou take himasabondmanforever? 5Wilt thou playwithhimaswithabird,andwilt thou bindhimforthy maidens? 6Shallpartners make trafficofhim,willtheydividehimamongmerchants? 7Wilt thou fillhisskin with darts,andhishead with fish-spears? 8Lay thy handuponhim; rememberthebattle, —donomore! 9Lo, hopeastohimisbelied:isnotoneH376cast downevenatthesightofhim? 10Noneisso bold astostir him up;andwhoishethatwillstandbeforeme? 11Whohath first giventome,thatIshouldrepay [him]? [Whatsoeveris] underthewhole heavenismine. 12Iwillnot be silentastohisparts,thestoryofhispower,andthebeautyofhisstructure. 13Whocan uncoverthesurfaceofhisgarment?whocancomeH3318withinhisdoublejaws? 14Who canopenthedoorsofhisfaceH6440? Round abouthisteethisterror. 15Therowsofhisshieldsareapride, shutuptogether[aswith]acloseseal. 16Oneissoneartoanotherthatno air can come between them; 17They are joined eachtoits fellow; they stick together,andcannot be sundered. 18Hissneezings flash light,andhiseyes are liketheeyelidsofthemorning. 19Outofhismouth go forth flames; sparksoffire leap out: 20Outofhisnostrils goeth smoke,asoutofaboiling potandcauldron. 21Hisbreath kindleth coals,andaflame goeth outofhismouth. 22Inhisneck lodgeth strength,andterror dancethbeforehim. 23Theflakesofhisflesh are joinedtogether:theyare fuseduponhim,theycannotbemoved. 24Hisheartisfirmasastone, yea, firmasthenether [millstone]. 25Whenheraiseth himselfup,themightyareafraid:theyarebesidethemselveswithconsternation. 26Ifanyreachhimwithasword,itcannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon. 27He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood. 28The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble. 29Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. 30His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire. 31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment; 32He maketh the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary. 33Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. 34He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. Darby Bible — 1889 — Public Domain
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