King James VersionJob41

Job

1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? 2 Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn? 3 Will he make many sup­pli­ca­tions unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee? 4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a ser­vant for ev­er? 5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maid­ens? 6 Shall the com­pan­ions make a ban­quet of him? shall they part him among the mer­chants? 7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears? 8 Lay thine hand upon him, re­mem­ber the bat­tle, do no more. 9 Be­hold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? 10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand be­fore me? 11 Who hath pre­vent­ed me, that I should re­pay him? what­so­ev­er is un­der the whole heav­en is mine. 12 I will not con­ceal his parts, nor his pow­er, nor his come­ly pro­por­tion. 13 Who can dis­cov­er the face of his gar­ment? or who can come ­to him with his dou­ble bri­dle? 14 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are ter­ri­ble round about. 15 His scales are his pride, shut up to­geth­er as with a close 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, that they can­not be sun­dered. 18 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eye­lids of the morn­ing. 19 Out of his mouth go burn­ing lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. 20 Out of his nos­trils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or cal­dron. 21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. 22 In his neck re­maineth strength, and sor­row is turned into joy be­fore him. 23 The flakes of his flesh are joined to­geth­er: they are firm in them­selves; they can­not be moved. 24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. 25 When he raiseth up him­self, the mighty are afraid: by rea­son of break­ings they pu­ri­fy them­selves. 26 The sword of him that layeth at him can­not hold: the spear, the dart, nor the haber­geon. 27 He es­teemeth iron as straw, and brass as rot­ten wood. 28 The ar­row can­not make him flee: sling­stones are turned with him into stub­ble. 29 Darts are count­ed as stub­ble: he laugh­eth at the shak­ing of a spear. 30 Sharp stones are un­der him: he spread­eth sharp point­ed things upon the mire. 31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of oint­ment. 32 He maketh a path to shine af­ter him; one would think the deep ­to be hoary. 33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made with­out fear. 34 He be­hold­eth all high things: he is a king over all the chil­dren of pride.

King James VersionJob41