Job 41

KING JAMES BIBLE	NEW JERUSALEM
1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?	1 Any hope you might have would be futile, the mere sight of him would overwhelm you.
2 Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?	2 When roused, he grows ferocious, who could ever stand up to him?
3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?	3 Who has ever attacked him with impunity? No one beneath al heaven!
4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?	4 Next I wil talk of his limbs and describe his matchless strength-
5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?	5 who can undo the front of his tunic or pierce the double armour of his breastplate?
6 Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?	6 Who dare open the gates of his mouth? Terror reigns round his teeth!
7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed iron? or his head with fish spears?	7 His back is like rows of shields, sealed with a stone seal,
8 Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.	8 touching each other so close that no breath could pass between,
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?	9 sticking to one another making an impervious whole.
10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?	10 His sneezes radiate light, his eyes are like the eyelashes of the dawn.
11 Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.	11 From his mouth come fiery torches, sparks of fire fly out of it.
12 I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.	12 His nostrils belch smoke like a cauldron boiling on the fire.
13 Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?	13 His breath could kindle coals, flame issues from his mouth.
14 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.	14 His strength resides in his neck, violence leaps before him as he goes.
15 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.	15 The strips of his flesh are jointed together, firmly set in and immovable.
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.	16 His heart is as hard as rock unyielding as the lower mil stone.
17 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.	17 When he stands up, the waves take fright and the bil ows of the sea retreat.
18 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.	18 Sword may strike but will not stick in him, no more will spear, javelin or lance.
19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.	19 Iron means no more to him than straw, nor bronze than rotten wood.
20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.	20 No arrow can make him flee, a sling-stone tickles him like hay.
21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.	21 Club seems to him like straw, he laughs at the whirring javelin.
22 In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.	22 He has sharp potsherds underneath, and moves across the slime like a harrow.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.	23 He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron, he makes the sea fume like a scent burner.
24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.	24 Behind him he leaves a glittering wake -- a white fleece seems to float on the deeps.
25 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.	25 He has no equal on earth, being created without fear.
26 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.	26 He looks the haughtiest in the eye; of al the lordly beasts he is king.
27 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.
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.
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.