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Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?
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Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
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Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
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None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
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Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
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"I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
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Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
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Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
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Strong scales are his pride, Shut up together with a close seal.
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One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.
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They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.