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41 (A)Can you catch Leviathan[a] with a fishhook
    or tie his tongue down with a rope?
Can you put a rope through his snout
    or put a hook through his jaws?
Will he beg you to let him go?
    Will he plead with you for mercy?
Will he make an agreement with you
    and promise to serve you forever?
Will you tie him like a pet bird,
    like something to amuse your servant women?
Will fishermen bargain over him?
    Will merchants cut him up to sell?
Can you fill his hide with fishing spears
    or pierce his head with a harpoon?
Touch him once and you'll never try it again;
    you'll never forget the fight!

Anyone who sees Leviathan
    loses courage and falls to the ground.
10 When he is aroused, he is fierce;
    no one would dare to stand before him.
11 Who can attack him and still be safe?
    No one in all the world can do it.[b]

12 Let me tell you about Leviathan's legs
    and describe how great and strong he is.
13 No one can tear off his outer coat
    or pierce the armor[c] he wears.
14 Who can make him open his jaws,
    ringed with those terrifying teeth?
15 His back[d] is made of rows of shields,
    fastened together and hard as stone.
16 Each one is joined so tight to the next,
    not even a breath can come between.
17 They all are fastened so firmly together
    that nothing can ever pull them apart.
18 Light flashes when he sneezes,
    and his eyes glow like the rising sun.
19 Flames blaze from his mouth,
    and streams of sparks fly out.
20 Smoke comes pouring out of his nose,
    like smoke from weeds burning under a pot.
21 His breath starts fires burning;
    flames leap out of his mouth.
22 His neck is so powerful
    that all who meet him are terrified.
23 There is not a weak spot in his skin;
    it is as hard and unyielding as iron.
24 His stony heart is without fear,
    as unyielding and hard as a millstone.
25 When he rises up, even the strongest[e] are frightened;
    they are helpless with fear.
26 There is no sword that can wound him;
    no spear or arrow or lance that can harm him.
27 For him iron is as flimsy as straw,
    and bronze as soft as rotten wood.
28 There is no arrow that can make him run;
    rocks thrown at him are like bits of straw.
29 To him a club is a piece of straw,
    and he laughs when men throw spears.
30 The scales on his belly are like jagged pieces of pottery;
    they tear up the muddy ground like a threshing sledge.[f]
31 He churns up the sea like boiling water
    and makes it bubble like a pot of oil.
32 He leaves a shining path behind him
    and turns the sea to white foam.
33 There is nothing on earth to compare with him;
    he is a creature that has no fear.
34 He looks down on even the proudest animals;
    he is king of all wild beasts.

Footnotes

  1. Job 41:1 See 3.8.
  2. Job 41:11 Verse 11 in Hebrew is unclear.
  3. Job 41:13 One ancient translation armor; Hebrew bridle.
  4. Job 41:15 Some ancient translations back; Hebrew pride.
  5. Job 41:25 strongest; or gods.
  6. Job 41:30 These had sharp pieces of iron or stone fastened beneath them.

41 [a]“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook
    or press down its tongue with a cord?(A)
Can you put a rope in its nose
    or pierce its jaw with a hook?(B)
Will it make many supplications to you?
    Will it speak soft words to you?
Will it make a covenant with you
    to be taken as your servant forever?
Will you play with it as with a bird
    or put it on a leash for your young women?
Will traders bargain over it?
    Will they divide it up among the merchants?
Can you fill its skin with harpoons
    or its head with fishing spears?
Lay hands on it;
    think of the battle; you will not do it again!
[b]Any hope of capturing it[c] will be disappointed;
    one is overwhelmed even at the sight of it.
10 No one is so fierce as to dare to stir it up.
    Who can stand before it?[d](C)
11 Who can confront it[e] and be safe?[f]
    —under the whole heaven, who?[g](D)

12 “I will not keep silent concerning its limbs
    or its mighty strength or its splendid frame.
13 Who can strip off its outer garment?
    Who can penetrate its double coat of mail?[h]
14 Who can open the doors of its face?
    There is terror all around its teeth.
15 Its back[i] is made of shields in rows,
    shut up closely as with a seal.
16 One is so near to another
    that no air can come between them.
17 They are joined one to another;
    they clasp each other and cannot be separated.
18 Its sneezes flash forth light,
    and its eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.(E)
19 From its mouth go flaming torches;
    sparks of fire leap out.
20 Out of its nostrils comes smoke,
    as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
21 Its breath kindles coals,
    and a flame comes out of its mouth.
22 In its neck abides strength,
    and terror dances before it.
23 The folds of its flesh cling together;
    it is firmly cast and immovable.
24 Its heart is as hard as stone,
    as hard as the lower millstone.
25 When it raises itself up the gods are afraid;
    at the crashing they are beside themselves.
26 Though the sword reaches it, it does not avail,
    nor does the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
27 It counts iron as straw
    and bronze as rotten wood.
28 The arrow cannot make it flee;
    slingstones, for it, are turned to chaff.
29 Clubs are counted as chaff;
    it laughs at the rattle of javelins.
30 Its underparts are like sharp potsherds;
    it spreads itself like a threshing sledge on the mire.
31 It makes the deep boil like a pot;
    it makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 It leaves a shining wake behind it;
    one would think the deep to be white-haired.
33 On earth it has no equal,
    a creature without fear.(F)
34 It surveys everything that is lofty;
    it is king over all that are proud.”

Footnotes

  1. 41.1 40.25 in Heb
  2. 41.9 41.1 in Heb
  3. 41.9 Heb of it
  4. 41.10 Heb me
  5. 41.11 Heb me
  6. 41.11 Gk: Heb that I shall repay
  7. 41.11 Heb to me
  8. 41.13 Gk: Heb bridle
  9. 41.15 Cn Compare Gk Vg: Heb pride

41 (9) “Look, any hope [of capturing him] is futile —
one would fall prostrate at the very sight of him.
(10) No one is fierce enough to rouse him,
so who can stand up to me?
(11) Who has given me anything
and made me pay it back?
Everything belongs to me
under all of heaven.

(12) “I have more to say about his limbs,
his strong talk, and his matchless strength.
(13) Who can strip off his [scaly] garment?
Who can enter his jaws?
(14) Who can pry open the doors of his face,
so close to his terrible teeth?

(15) “His pride is his rows of scales,
tightly sealed together —
(16) one is so close to the next
that no air can come between them;
(17) they are stuck one to another,
interlocked and impervious.

10 (18) “When he sneezes, light flashes out;
his eyes are like the shimmer of dawn.
11 (19) From his mouth go fiery torches,
and sparks come flying out.
12 (20) His nostrils belch steam
like a caldron boiling on the fire.
13 (21) His breath sets coals ablaze;
flames pour from his mouth.
14 (22) “Strength resides in his neck,
and dismay dances ahead of him [as he goes].
15 (23) The layers of his flesh stick together;
they are firm on him, immovable.
16 (24) His heart is as hard as a stone,
yes, hard as a lower millstone.
17 (25) When he rears himself up, the gods are afraid,
beside themselves in despair.

18 (26) “If a sword touches him, it won’t stick;
neither will a spear, or a dart, or a lance.
19 (27) He regards iron as straw
and bronze as rotten wood.
20 (28) An arrow can’t make him flee;
for him, slingstones are so much chaff.
21 (29) Clubs count as hay,
and he laughs at a quivering javelin.
22 (30) His belly is as sharp as fragments of pottery,
so he moves across the mud like a threshing-sledge.

23 (31) “He makes the depths seethe like a pot,
he makes the sea [boil] like a perfume kettle.
24 (32) He leaves a shining wake behind him,
making the deep seem to have white hair.

25 (33) “On earth there is nothing like him,
a creature without fear.
26 (34) He looks straight at all high things.
He is king over all proud beasts.”

I Run This Universe

41 1-11 “Or can you pull in the sea beast, Leviathan, with a fly rod
    and stuff him in your creel?
Can you lasso him with a rope,
    or snag him with an anchor?
Will he beg you over and over for mercy,
    or flatter you with flowery speech?
Will he apply for a job with you
    to run errands and serve you the rest of your life?
Will you play with him as if he were a pet goldfish?
    Will you make him the mascot of the neighborhood children?
Will you put him on display in the market
    and have shoppers haggle over the price?
Could you shoot him full of arrows like a pin cushion,
    or drive harpoons into his huge head?
If you so much as lay a hand on him,
    you won’t live to tell the story.
What hope would you have with such a creature?
    Why, one look at him would do you in!
If you can’t hold your own against his glowering visage,
    how, then, do you expect to stand up to me?
Who could confront me and get by with it?
    I’m in charge of all this—I run this universe!

12-17 “But I’ve more to say about Leviathan, the sea beast,
    his enormous bulk, his beautiful shape.
Who would even dream of piercing that tough skin
    or putting those jaws into bit and bridle?
And who would dare knock at the door of his mouth
    filled with row upon row of fierce teeth?
His pride is invincible;
    nothing can make a dent in that pride.
Nothing can get through that proud skin—
    impervious to weapons and weather,
The thickest and toughest of hides,
    impenetrable!

18-34 “He snorts and the world lights up with fire,
    he blinks and the dawn breaks.
Comets pour out of his mouth,
    fireworks arc and branch.
Smoke erupts from his nostrils
    like steam from a boiling pot.
He blows and fires blaze;
    flames of fire stream from his mouth.
All muscle he is—sheer and seamless muscle.
    To meet him is to dance with death.
Sinewy and lithe,
    there’s not a soft spot in his entire body—
As tough inside as out,
    rock-hard, invulnerable.
Even angels run for cover when he surfaces,
    cowering before his tail-thrashing turbulence.
Javelins bounce harmlessly off his hide,
    harpoons ricochet wildly.
Iron bars are so much straw to him,
    bronze weapons beneath notice.
Arrows don’t even make him blink;
    bullets make no more impression than raindrops.
A battle ax is nothing but a splinter of kindling;
    he treats a brandished harpoon as a joke.
His belly is armor-plated, inexorable—
    unstoppable as a barge.
He roils deep ocean the way you’d boil water,
    he whips the sea like you’d whip an egg into batter.
With a luminous trail stretching out behind him,
    you might think Ocean had grown a gray beard!
There’s nothing on this earth quite like him,
    not an ounce of fear in that creature!
He surveys all the high and mighty—
    king of the ocean, king of the deep!”