The Book of Job

Chapter 41

American Standard Version

Jb 41:1Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?
Jb 41:2Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Jb 41:3Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?
Jb 41:4Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?
Jb 41:5Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
Jb 41:6Will the bands of fishermen make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?
Jb 41:7Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?
Jb 41:8Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.
Jb 41:9Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Jb 41:10None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?
Jb 41:11Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
Jb 41:12I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
Jb 41:13Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
Jb 41:14Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
Jb 41:15His strong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal.
Jb 41:16One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.
Jb 41:17They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.
Jb 41:18His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Jb 41:19Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.
Jb 41:20Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.
Jb 41:21His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
Jb 41:22In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.
Jb 41:23The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
Jb 41:24His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.
Jb 41:25When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
Jb 41:26If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
Jb 41:27He counteth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.
Jb 41:28The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
Jb 41:29Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
Jb 41:30His underparts are like sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.
Jb 41:31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
Jb 41:32He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.
Jb 41:33Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.
Jb 41:34He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.