| Chapter 41 |
1 | Canst thou draw out leviathan with a hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
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2 | Canst thou put a hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?
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3 | Will he make many supplications to thee? will he speak soft words to thee?
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4 | Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
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5 | Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
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6 | Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants.
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7 | Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?
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8 | Lay thy hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.
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9 | Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
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10 | None is so fierce that he dare rouse him: who then is able to stand before me?
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11 | Who hath first benefited me, that I should repay him? whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
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12 | I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
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13 | Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
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14 | Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible around.
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15 | His scales are his pride, shut together as with a close seal.
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16 | One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
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17 | They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
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18 | His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
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19 | Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire dart forth.
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20 | Out of his nostrils issueth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
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21 | His breath kindleth coals, and a flame issueth from his mouth.
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22 | In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
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23 | The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
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24 | His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
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25 | When he raiseth himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
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26 | The sword of him that attacketh him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
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27 | He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
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28 | The arrow cannot make him flee: sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
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29 | Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
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30 | Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
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31 | He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
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32 | He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
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33 | Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
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34 | He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.
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