Job

41:1	Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
41:2	Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
41:3	Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?
41:4	Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
41:5	Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
41:6	Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
41:7	Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
41:8	Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
41:9	Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
41:10	None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
41:11	Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
41:12	I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
41:13	Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
41:14	Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.
41:15	His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
41:16	One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
41:17	They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
41:18	By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
41:19	Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
41:20	Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
41:21	His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
41:22	In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
41:23	The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
41:24	His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
41:25	When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
41:26	The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
41:27	He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
41:28	The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
41:29	Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
41:30	Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
41:31	He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
41:32	He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
41:33	Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
41:34	He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.