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Job, Chapter 41

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

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