Job 41  Tree of Life Version

⁴ “I will not keep silent about his limbs,
    or his might or the grace of his arrangement.
⁵ Who can strip off his outer garment?
    Who can penetrate his double armor?
⁶ Who can open the doors of his face,
    ringed with fearsome teeth?
⁷ His rows of shields are his pride,
    shut up closely as with tight seal;
⁸ each so close to the next,
    that no air can pass between.
⁹ They are joined one to another;
    they clasp each other and cannot be separated.

¹⁰ “He sneezes out flashes of light;
    his eyes are like the eyelids of dawn.
¹¹ Out of his mouth go flames,
    sparks of fire shoot out.
¹² Smoke pours from his nostrils,
    as a boiling pot over burning reeds.
¹³ His breath sets coals ablaze
    and flames dart from his mouth.

¹⁴ “Strength resides in his neck;
    dismay runs before him.
¹⁵ The folds of his flesh are tightly joined;
    they are firm on him, immovable.
¹⁶ His heart is hard as rock,
    hard as a lower millstone.

¹⁷ “When he rises up, the mighty are afraid;
    at his crashing they retreat.
¹⁸ A sword that reaches him has no effect—
    nor with a spear, dart, or javelin.
¹⁹ He regards iron as straw,
    bronze as rotten wood.
²⁰ Arrows do not make him flee;
    sling stones become like chaff to him.
²¹ A club is regarded as stubble;
    he laughs at the rattling of a lance.

²² “His undersides are jagged potsherds,
    leaving a trail like a threshing sledge in mud.
²³ He makes the deep boil like a cauldron
    and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
²⁴ He leaves a shining wake behind him;
    one would think the deep had white hair.
²⁵ Nothing on dry land is his equal—
    a creature without fear.
²⁶ He sees every haughty thing;
    he is king over all who are proud.”