Job 41
Or press down his tongue with a cord?
Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Or will he speak soft words unto thee?
That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?
Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
Will they part him among the merchants?
Or his head with fish-spears?
Remember the battle, and do so no more.
Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Who then is he that can stand before me?
Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.
Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
Who shall come within his jaws?
Round about his teeth is terror.
Shut up together as with a close seal.
That no air can come between them.
They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.
And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
And sparks of fire leap forth.
As of a boiling pot and burning rushes.
And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
And terror danceth before him.
They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
Yea, firm as the nether millstone.
By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
And brass as rotten wood.
Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.
He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
One would think the deep to be hoary.
That is made without fear.
He is king over all the sons of pride.