<TITLE>Job 41</TITLE><BR>Job 41<BR>1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?<BR>2 Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?<BR>3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee?<BR>4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?<BR>5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?<BR>6 Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?<BR>7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?<BR>8 Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.<BR>9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?<BR>10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?<BR>11 Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.<BR>12 I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.<BR>13 Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?<BR>14 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.<BR>15 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.<BR>16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.<BR>17 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.<BR>18 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.<BR>19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.<BR>20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.<BR>21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.<BR>22 In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.<BR>23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.<BR>24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.<BR>25 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.<BR>26 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.<BR>27 He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.<BR>28 The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.<BR>29 Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.<BR>30 Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.<BR>31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.<BR>32 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.<BR>33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.<BR>34 He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.<BR><BR><BR>