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Chapter 41 |
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1 | Canst thou draw out leviathan with an
hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? |
| 2 | Canst thou
put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn? |
| 3 |
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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5 | Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou
bind him for thy maidens? |
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6 | Shall the companions make a banquet of
him? shall they part him among the merchants? |
| 7 | Canst thou
fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears? |
| 8 | Lay
thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more. |
| 9 | Behold, the
hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of
him? |
| 10 |
None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to
stand before me? |
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11 | Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him?
whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine. |
| 12 | I will not
conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion. |
| 13 | Who
can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double
bridle? |
| 14
| Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are
terrible round about. |
| 15 | His scales are his pride, shut up together
as with a close seal. |
| 16 | One is so near to another, that no air can
come between them. |
| 17 | They are joined one to another, they stick
together, that they cannot be sundered. |
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18 | By his neesings a light
doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. |
| 19 | Out
of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. |
| 20 | Out of
his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. |
| 21 | His
breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. |
| 22 | In his
neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him. |
| 23 |
The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they
cannot be moved. |
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24 | His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a
piece of the nether millstone. |
| 25 | When he raiseth up himself,
the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
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| 26 | The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart,
nor the habergeon. |
| 27 | He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as
rotten wood. |
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28 | The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are
turned with him into stubble. |
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29 | Darts are counted as stubble: he
laugheth at the shaking of a spear. |
| 30 | Sharp stones are under him:
he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. |
| 31 | He maketh
the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
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| 32 | He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be
hoary. |
| 33
| Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without
fear. |
| 34 |
He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the
children of pride. |
