Job:41

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* "Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook , Or snare his tongue with a line which you lower ? * Can you put a reed through his nose , Or pierce his jaw with a hook ? * Will he make many supplications to you ? Will he speak softly to you ? * Will he make a covenant with you ? Will you take him as a servant forever ? * Will you play with him as with a bird , Or will you leash him for your maidens ? * Will your companions make a banquet of him ? Will they apportion him among the merchants ? * Can you fill his skin with harpoons , Or his head with fishing spears ? * Lay your hand on him ; Remember the battle -- Never do it again ! * Indeed , any hope of overcoming him is false ; Shall one not be overwhelmed at the sight of him ? * No one is so fierce that he would dare stir him up . Who then is able to stand against Me ? * Who has preceded Me , that I should pay him ? Everything under heaven is Mine . * "I will not conceal his limbs , His mighty power , or his graceful proportions . * Who can remove his outer coat ? Who can approach him with a double bridle ? * Who can open the doors of his face , With his terrible teeth all around ? * His rows of scales are his pride , Shut up tightly as with a seal ; * One is so near another That no air can come between them ; * They are joined one to another , They stick together and cannot be parted . * His sneezings flash forth light , And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning . * Out of his mouth go burning lights ; Sparks of fire shoot out . * Smoke goes out of his nostrils , As from a boiling pot and burning rushes . * His breath kindles coals , And a flame goes out of his mouth . * Strength dwells in his neck , And sorrow dances before him . * The folds of his flesh are joined together ; They are firm on him and cannot be moved . * His heart is as hard as stone , Even as hard as the lower millstone . * When he raises himself up , the mighty are afraid ; Because of his crashings they are beside themselves . * Though the sword reaches him , it cannot avail ; Nor does spear , dart , or javelin . * He regards iron as straw , And bronze as rotten wood . * The arrow cannot make him flee ; Slingstones become like stubble to him . * Darts are regarded as straw ; He laughs at the threat of javelins . * His undersides are like sharp potsherds ; He spreads pointed marks in the mire . * He makes the deep boil like a pot ; He makes the sea like a pot of ointment . * He leaves a shining wake behind him ; One would think the deep had white hair . * On earth there is nothing like him , Which is made without fear . * He beholds every high thing ; He is king over all the children of pride ."

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