Job 41
1 Hast thou not seen him?
and hast thou not wondered at the things said of him?
2 Dost thou not fear because preparation hath been made by me?
for who is there that resisteth me?
3 Or who will resist me, and abide,
since the whole world under heaven is mine?
4 I will not be silent because of him:
though because of his power one shall pity his [1]antagonist.
5 Who will open the face of his garment?
and who can enter within the fold of his breastplate?
6 Who will open the doors of his face?
terror is round about his teeth.
7 His inwards are as brazen plates,
and the texture of his skin as a smyrite stone.
8 One part cleaveth fast to another,
and the air cannot come between them.
9 They will remain united each to the other:
they are closely joined, and cannot be separated.
10 At his sneezing a light shineth,
and his eyes are as the appearance of the morning star.
11 Out of his mouth proceed as it were burning lamps,
and as it were hearths of fire are cast abroad.
12 Out of his nostrils proceedeth smoke of a furnace
burning with fire of coals.
13 His [2]breath is as live coals,
and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
14 And power is lodged in his neck,
before him destruction runneth.
15 The flesh also of his body is joined together:
if one poureth violence upon him, he shall not be moved.
16 His heart is firm as a stone,
and it standeth like an unyielding anvil.
17 And when he turneth, he is a terror to the four-footed wild beasts
which leap upon the earth.
18 If spears should come against him, men will effect nothing,
either with the spear or the breastplate.
19 For he considereth iron as chaff,
and brass as rotten wood.
20 The bow of brass shall not wound him,
he deemeth a slinger as grass.
21 Mauls are counted as stubble;
and he laugheth to scorn the waving of the firebrand.
22 His lair is formed of sharp points;
and all the gold of the sea under him is as an immense quantity of clay.
23 He maketh the deep boil like a brazen cauldron;
and he regardeth the sea as a pot of ointment,
24 and the lowest part of the deep as a captive:
he reckoneth the deep as his range.
25 There is nothing upon the earth like to him,
formed to be [3]sported with by mine angels.
26 He beholdeth every high thing:
and he is king of all that are in the waters.