Job 41  American Standard Version

41 Canst thou draw out ^[a]leviathan with a fishhook?
Or press down his tongue with a cord?
² Canst thou put ^[b]a rope into his nose?
Or pierce his jaw through with a ^[c]hook?
³ Will he make many supplications unto thee?
Or will he speak soft words unto thee?
⁴ Will he make a covenant with thee,
That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?
⁵ Wilt thou play with him as with a bird?
Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
⁶ Will the bands of fishermen make traffic of him?
Will they part him among the merchants?
⁷ Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons,
Or his head with fish-spears?
⁸ Lay thy hand upon him;
Remember the battle, and do so no more.
⁹ Behold, the hope of him is in vain:
Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

¹⁰ None is so fierce that he dare stir him up;
Who then is he that can stand before me?
¹¹ Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him?
Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

¹² I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,
Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
¹³ Who can ^[d]strip off his outer garment?
Who shall come within his jaws?
¹⁴ Who can open the doors of his face?
^[e]Round about his teeth is terror.
¹⁵ His ^[f]strong scales are his pride,
Shut up together as with a close seal.

¹⁶ One is so near to another,
That no air can come between them.
¹⁷ They are joined one to another;
They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.
¹⁸ His sneezings flash forth light,
And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
¹⁹ Out of his mouth go burning torches,
And sparks of fire leap forth.
²⁰ Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth,
As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.
²¹ His breath kindleth coals,
And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
²² In his neck abideth strength,
And terror danceth before him.
²³ The flakes of his flesh are joined together:
They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
²⁴ His heart is as firm as a stone;
Yea, firm as the nether millstone.
²⁵ When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid:
By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
²⁶ If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail;
Nor the spear, the dart, nor the ^[g]pointed shaft.
²⁷ He counteth iron as straw,
And brass as rotten wood.
²⁸ The ^[h]arrow cannot make him flee:
Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
²⁹ Clubs are counted as stubble:
He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
³⁰ His underparts are like sharp potsherds:
He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.
³¹ He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:
He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
³² He maketh a path to shine after him;
One would think the deep to be hoary.
³³ Upon earth there is not his like,
That is made without fear.
³⁴ He beholdeth everything that is high:
He is king over all the sons of pride.