| Chapter 41 |
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Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue? --
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Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw? --
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Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things? --
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Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during? --
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Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels? --
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(Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!) --
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Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head? --
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Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add! --
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Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down? --
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None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who [is] he before Me stationeth himself? --
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Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] mine. --
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I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement. --
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Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter? --
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The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth [are] terrible. --
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A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal. --
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One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them. --
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One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated. --
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His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn. --
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Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape. --
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Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds. --
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His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth. --
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In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult. --
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The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved. --
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His heart [is] firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece. --
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From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free. --
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The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance. --
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He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood. --
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The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling. --
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As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. --
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Under him [are] sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire. --
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He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment. --
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After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary. --
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There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror. --
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Every high thing he doth see, He [is] king over all sons of pride. --
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