| Chapter 41 |
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Canst thou draw out leviathan with a hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? --
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Canst thou put a hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn? --
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Will he make many supplications to thee? will he speak soft words to thee? --
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Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? --
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Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? --
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Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants. --
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Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears? --
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Lay thy hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more. --
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Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? --
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None is so fierce that he dare rouse him: who then is able to stand before me? --
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Who hath first benefited me, that I should repay him? whatever is under the whole heaven is mine. --
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I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion. --
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Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle? --
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Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible around. --
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His scales are his pride, shut 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 one to another, they stick together, that they 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 burning lamps, and sparks of fire dart forth. --
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Out of his nostrils issueth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. --
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His breath kindleth coals, and a flame issueth from his mouth. --
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In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him. --
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The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved. --
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His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. --
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When he raiseth himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves. --
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The sword of him that attacketh him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. --
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He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. --
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The arrow cannot make him flee: sling-stones are turned with him into stubble. --
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Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. --
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Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things 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 a 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 a king over all the children of pride. --
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