KJV - Job 41 Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook ? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down ? Canst thou put an hook into his nose ? or bore his jaw through with a thorn ? Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee? Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever ? Wilt thou play with him as with a bird ? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens ? Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants ? Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons ? or his head with fish spears ? Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle , do no more . Behold, the hope of him is in vain : shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me? Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine. I will not conceal his parts , nor his power, nor his comely proportion . Who can discover the face of his garment ? or who can come to him with his double bridle ? Who can open the doors of his face ? his teeth are terrible round about . His scales are his pride , shut up together as with a close seal . One is so near to another , that no air can come between them. They are joined one to another , they stick together , that they cannot be sundered . By his neesings a light doth shine , and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning . Out of his mouth go burning lamps , and sparks of fire leap out . Out of his nostrils goeth smoke , as out of a seething pot or caldron . His breath kindleth coals , and a flame goeth out of his mouth . In his neck remaineth strength , and sorrow is turned into joy before him. The flakes of his flesh are joined together : they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved . His heart is as firm as a stone ; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid : by reason of breakings they purify themselves. The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold : the spear , the dart , nor the habergeon . He esteemeth iron as straw , and brass as rotten wood . The arrow cannot make him flee : slingstones are turned with him into stubble . Darts are counted as stubble : he laugheth at the shaking of a spear . Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire . He maketh the deep to boil like a pot : he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment . He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary . Upon earth there is not his like , who is made without fear . He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride .
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 00:11:14 +0000
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