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Job 41 (Common English Bible w/ Apocrypha)

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Leviathan

1 a Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook, restrain his tongue with a rope? 2 Can you put a cord through his nose, pierce his jaw with a barb? 3 Will he beg you at length or speak gentle words to you? 4 Will he make a pact with you so that you will take him as a permanent slave? 5 Can you play with him like a bird, put a leash on him for your girls? 6 Will merchants sell him; will they divide him among traders? 7 Can you fill his hide with darts, his head with a fishing spear? 8 Should you lay your hand on him, you would never remember the battle. 9 Such hopesb would be delusional; surely the sight of him makes one stumble. 10 Nobody is fierce enough to rouse him; who then can stand before me? 11 Who opposes me that I must repay? Everything under heaven is mine. 12 I'm not awed by his limbs, his strength, and impressive form. 13 Who can remove his outer garment; who can come with a bridle for him? 14 Who can open the doors of his mouth, surrounded by frightening teeth? 15 His matching scales are his pride, closely locked and sealed. 16 One touches another; even air can't come between them. 17 Each clings to its pair; joined, they can't be separated. 18 His sneezes emit flashes of light; his eyes are like dawn's rays. 19 Shafts of fire shoot from his mouth; like fiery sparks they fly out. 20 Smoke pours from his nostrils like a boiling pot over reeds. 21 His breath lights coals; a flame shoots from his mouth. 22 Power resides in his neck; violence dances before him. 23 The folds of his flesh stick together; on him they are tough and unyielding. 24 His heart is solid like a rock, hard like a lower millstone. 25 The divine beings dread his rising; they withdraw before his thrashing. 26 The sword that touches him won't prevail; neither will the dart, spear, nor javelin. 27 He treats iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood. 28 Arrows can't make him flee; slingstones he turns to straw. 29 He treats a club like straw; he laughs at the lance's rattle. 30 His abdomen is like jagged pottery shards; its sharp edges leave a trail in the mud. 31 He causes the depths to churn like a boiling pot, stirs up the sea like a pot of scented oils, 32 leaves a bright wake behind him; the frothy deep seems white-haired. 33 None on earth can compare to him; he is made to be without fear. 34 He looks on all the proud; he is king over all proud beasts.
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