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Can you draw out Levi '
athan with a fishhook ,
or press down his tongue with a cord ?
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Can you put a rope in his nose ,
or pierce his jaw with a hook ?
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Will he make many supplications to you ?
Will he speak to you soft words ?
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Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant for ever ?
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Will you play with him as with a bird ,
or will you put him on leash for your maidens ?
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Will traders bargain over him ?
Will they divide him up among the merchants ?
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Can you fill his skin with harpoons ,
or his head with fishing spears ?
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Lay hands on him ;
think of the battle ;
you will not do it again !
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Behold ,
the hope of a man is disappointed ;
he is laid low even at the sight of him .
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No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up .
Who then is he that can stand before me ?
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Who has given to me ,
that I should repay him ?
Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine .
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I will not keep silence concerning his limbs ,
or his mighty strength ,
or his goodly frame .
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Who can strip off his outer garment ?
Who can penetrate his double coat of mail ?
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Who can open the doors of his face ?
Round about his teeth is terror .
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His back is made of rows of shields ,
shut up closely as with a seal .
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One is so near to another that no air can come between them .
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They are joined one to another ;
they clasp each other and cannot be separated .
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His sneezings flash forth light ,
and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn .
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Out of his mouth go flaming torches ;
sparks of fire leap forth .
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Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke ,
as from a boiling pot and burning rushes .
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His breath kindles coals ,
and a flame comes forth from his mouth .
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In his neck abides strength ,
and terror dances before him .
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The folds of his flesh cleave together ,
firmly cast upon him and immovable .
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His heart is hard as a stone ,
hard as the nether millstone .
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When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid ;
at the crashing they are beside themselves .
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Though the sword reaches him ,
it does not avail ;
nor the spear ,
the dart ,
or the javelin .
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He counts iron as straw ,
and bronze as rotten wood .
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The arrow cannot make him flee ;
for him slingstones are turned to stubble .
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Clubs are counted as stubble ;
he laughs at the rattle of javelins .
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His underparts are like sharp potsherds ;
he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire .
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He makes the deep boil like a pot ;
he makes the sea like a pot of ointment .
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Behind him he leaves a shining wake ;
one would think the deep to be hoary .
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Upon earth there is not his like ,
a creature without fear .
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He beholds everything that is high ;
he is king over all the sons of pride ."