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41:1 Wilt thou draw out the leviathan with the hook, and press down his tongue with a cord? 41:2 Wilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike? 41:3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? or will he speak softly unto thee? 41:4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him as a bondman for ever? 41:5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird, and wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? 41:6 Shall partners make traffic of him, will they divide him among merchants? 41:7 Wilt thou fill his skin with darts, and his head with fish-spears? 41:8 Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, -- do no more! 41:9 Lo, hope as to him is belied: is not one cast down even at the sight of him? 41:10 None is so bold as to stir him up; and who is he that will stand before me? 41:11 Who hath first given to me, that I should repay [him]? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine. 41:12 I will not be silent as to his parts, the story of his power, and the beauty of his structure. 41:13 Who can uncover the surface of his garment? who can come within his double jaws? 41:14 Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror. 41:15 The rows of his shields are a pride, shut up together [as with] a close seal. 41:16 One is so near to another that no air can come between them; 41:17 They are joined each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered. 41:18 His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. 41:19 Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out: 41:20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron. 41:21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. 41:22 In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him. 41:23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved. 41:24 His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether [millstone]. 41:25 When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation. 41:26 If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon. 41:27 He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood. 41:28 The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble. 41:29 Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. 41:30 His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire. 41:31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment; 41:32 He maketh the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary. 41:33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. 41:34 He beholdeth all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.