Job 41

KING JAMES BIBLE	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?	1 Whoever might vainly hope to do so need only see him to be overthrown.
2 Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?	2 Is he not relentless when aroused; who then dares stand before him?
3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?	3 Who has assailed him and come off safe-- Who under all the heavens?
4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?	4 I need hardly mention his limbs, his strength, and the fitness of his armor.
5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?	5 Who can strip off his outer garment, or penetrate his double corselet?
6 Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?	6 Who can force open the doors of his mouth, close to his terrible teeth?
7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed iron? or his head with fish spears?	7 Rows of scales are on his back, tightly sealed together;
8 Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.	8 They are fitted each so close to the next that no space intervenes;
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?	9 So joined one to another that they hold fast and cannot be parted.
10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?	10 When he sneezes, light flashes forth; his eyes are like those of the dawn.
11 Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.	11 Out of his mouth go forth firebrands; sparks of fire leap forth.
12 I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.	12 From his nostrils issues steam, as from a seething pot or bowl.
13 Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?	13 His breath sets coals afire; a flame pours from his mouth.
14 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.	14 Strength abides in his neck, and terror leaps before him.
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.	16 His heart is hard as stone; his flesh, as the lower millstone.
17 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.	17 When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; the waves of the sea fall back.
18 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.	18 Should the sword reach him, it will not avail; nor will the spear, nor the dart, nor the javelin.
19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.	19 He regards iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.	20 The arrow will not put him to flight; slingstones used against him are but straws.
21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.	21 Clubs he esteems as splinters; he laughs at the crash of the spear.
22 In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.	22 His belly is sharp as pottery fragments; he spreads like a threshing sledge upon the mire.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.	23 He makes the depths boil like a pot; the sea he churns like perfume in a kettle.
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 shining path; you would think the deep had the hoary head of age.
25 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.	25 Upon the earth there is not his like, intrepid he was made.
26 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.	26 All, however lofty, fear him; he is king over all proud beasts.
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.