Job 41

²Can you put a rope into his nose,

³Will he make many petitions to you,

⁴Will he make a covenant with you,

⁵Will you play with him as with a bird?

⁶Will traders barter for him?

⁷Can you fill his skin with barbed irons,

⁸Lay your hand on him.

⁹Behold, the hope of him is in vain.

¹⁰None is so fierce that he dare stir him up.

¹¹Who has first given to me, that I should repay him?

¹²“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,

¹³Who can strip off his outer garment?

¹⁴Who can open the doors of his face?

¹⁵Strong scales are his pride,

¹⁶One is so near to another,

¹⁷They are joined to one another.

¹⁸His sneezing flashes out light.

¹⁹Out of his mouth go burning torches.

²⁰Out of his nostrils a smoke goes,

²¹His breath kindles coals.

²²There is strength in his neck.

²³The flakes of his flesh are joined together.

²⁴His heart is as firm as a stone,

²⁵When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid.

²⁶If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail;

²⁷He counts iron as straw,

²⁸The arrow can’t make him flee.

²⁹Clubs are counted as stubble.

³⁰His undersides are like sharp potsherds,

³¹He makes the deep to boil like a pot.

³²He makes a path shine after him.

³³On earth there is not his equal,

³⁴He sees everything that is high.