| Chapter 41 |
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Wilt thou draw out the leviathan with the hook, and press down his tongue with a cord? --
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Wilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike? --
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Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee? --
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Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever? --
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Wilt thou play with him as with a bird, and wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? --
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Shall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants? --
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Wilt thou fill his skin with darts, and his head with fish-spears? --
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Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, -- do no more! --
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Lo, hope as to him is belied: is not one cast down even at the sight of him? --
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None is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me? --
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Who hath first given to me, that I should repay [him]? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine. --
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I will not be silent as to his parts, the story of his power, and the beauty of his structure. --
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Who can uncover the surface of his garment? who can come within his double jaws? --
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Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror. --
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The rows of his shields are a pride, shut up together [as 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 each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered. --
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His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. --
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Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out: --
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Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron. --
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His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. --
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In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him. --
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The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved. --
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His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether [millstone]. --
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When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation. --
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If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon. --
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He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood. --
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The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble. --
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Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. --
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His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire. --
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He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment; --
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He maketh the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary. --
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Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. --
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He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. --
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