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Job 41
2 Can you put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook or a spike? 3 Will he make many supplications to you ? Will he speak soft words to you ? 4 Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever? 5 Will you play with as with a bird? Or will you put him on a leash for your maidens? 6 Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants? 7 Can you fill his skin with harpoons? Or his head with fishing spears? 8 Lay your hand upon him! Remember your battle with him; you will not do again! 9 Behold, the hope of is disappointed; one is cast down even at the sight of him! 10 No one is so fierce that he dares to stir up ; who then is he who can stand before Me ? 11 Who has first given to Me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heavens is Mine. 12 I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame. 13 Who can strip off outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws? 14 Who can open the doors of his mouth? His teeth are terrible round about. 15 His scales are pride, shut up together a tight seal; 16 One is so near to another that no air can come between them. 17 They are joined one to another; they stick together so that they cannot be separated. 18 His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn. 19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, sparks of fire leap out. 20 Out of his nostrils goes forth smoke, as out of a seething pot over a fire of rushes. 21 His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes forth from his mouth. 22 In neck abides strength, and terror dances before him. 23 The folds of his flesh cleave together; they are firm upon him, and they cannot shake . 24 His heart is as firm as a stone, indeed, as solid as a nether millstone. 25 When raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; because of terror and the crashing they are beside themselves. 26 Even if one strikes at him with the sword, it cannot get any hold, nor does the spear, the dart, or the javelin. 27 He counts iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood. 28 The arrow cannot make flee; slingstones are treated by him as stubble. 29 Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rushing and the rattling of the javelin. 30 His underparts are like sharp pieces of broken pottery; he spreads a threshing sledge upon the mire. 31 He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment. 32 makes a shining track behind him; one would think the deep to be hoary . 33 Upon earth there is not equal, a creature made without fear and he behaves fearlessly. 34 He looks all mighty in the face ; he is monarch over all the sons of pride.