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