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Job 41 MSG/NIV - Online Parallel Bible

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1 Or can you pull in the sea beast, Leviathan, with a fly rod and stuff him in your creel? 1 "Can you pull in the leviathan with a fishhook or tie down his tongue with a rope?
2 Can you lasso him with a rope, or snag him with an anchor? 2 Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
3 Will he beg you over and over for mercy, or flatter you with flowery speech? 3 Will he keep begging you for mercy? Will he speak to you with gentle words?
4 Will he apply for a job with you to run errands and serve you the rest of your life? 4 Will he make an agreement with you for you to take him as your slave for life?
5 Will you play with him as if he were a pet goldfish? Will you make him the mascot of the neighborhood children? 5 Can you make a pet of him like a bird or put him on a leash for your girls?
6 Will you put him on display in the market and have shoppers haggle over the price? 6 Will traders barter for him? Will they divide him up among the merchants?
7 Could you shoot him full of arrows like a pin cushion, or drive harpoons into his huge head? 7 Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
8 If you so much as lay a hand on him, you won't live to tell the story. 8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the struggle and never do it again!
9 What hope would you have with such a creature? Why, one look at him would do you in! 9 Any hope of subduing him is false; the mere sight of him is overpowering.
10 If you can't hold your own against his glowering visage, how, then, do you expect to stand up to me? 10 No one is fierce enough to rouse him. Who then is able to stand against me?
11 Who could confront me and get by with it? I'm in charge of all this - I run this universe! 11 Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me.
12 "But I've more to say about Leviathan, the sea beast, his enormous bulk, his beautiful shape. 12 "I will not fail to speak of his limbs, his strength and his graceful form.
13 Who would even dream of piercing that tough skin or putting those jaws into bit and bridle? 13 Who can strip off his outer coat? Who would approach him with a bridle?
14 And who would dare knock at the door of his mouth filled with row upon row of fierce teeth? 14 Who dares open the doors of his mouth, ringed about with his fearsome teeth?
15 His pride is invincible; nothing can make a dent in that pride. 15 His back has rows of shields tightly sealed together;
16 Nothing can get through that proud skin - impervious to weapons and weather, 16 each is so close to the next that no air can pass between.
17 The thickest and toughest of hides, impenetrable! 17 They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted.
18 "He snorts and the world lights up with fire, he blinks and the dawn breaks. 18 His snorting throws out flashes of light; his eyes are like the rays of dawn.
19 Comets pour out of his mouth, fireworks arc and branch. 19 Firebrands stream from his mouth; sparks of fire shoot out.
20 Smoke erupts from his nostrils like steam from a boiling pot. 20 Smoke pours from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
21 He blows and fires blaze; flames of fire stream from his mouth. 21 His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from his mouth.
22 All muscle he is - sheer and seamless muscle. To meet him is to dance with death. 22 Strength resides in his neck; dismay goes before him.
23 Sinewy and lithe, there's not a soft spot in his entire body - 23 The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.
24 As tough inside as out, rock-hard, invulnerable. 24 His chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.
25 Even angels run for cover when he surfaces, cowering before his tail-thrashing turbulence. 25 When he rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before his thrashing.
26 Javelins bounce harmlessly off his hide, harpoons ricochet wildly. 26 The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin.
27 Iron bars are so much straw to him, bronze weapons beneath notice. 27 Iron he treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood.
28 Arrows don't even make him blink; bullets make no more impression than raindrops. 28 Arrows do not make him flee; slingstones are like chaff to him.
29 A battle ax is nothing but a splinter of kindling; he treats a brandished harpoon as a joke. 29 A club seems to him but a piece of straw; he laughs at the rattling of the lance.
30 His belly is armor-plated, inexorable - unstoppable as a barge. 30 His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
31 He roils deep ocean the way you'd boil water, he whips the sea like you'd whip an egg into batter. 31 He makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 With a luminous trail stretching out behind him, you might think Ocean had grown a gray beard! 32 Behind him he leaves a glistening wake; one would think the deep had white hair.
33 There's nothing on this earth quite like him, not an ounce of fear in that creature! 33 Nothing on earth is his equal-- a creature without fear.
34 He surveys all the high and mighty - king of the ocean, king of the deep!" 34 He looks down on all that are haughty; he is king over all that are proud."