LSV ▾JobJob 411“Do you draw leviathan with a hook? And do you let down his tongue with a rope?2Do you put a reed in his nose? And pierce his jaw with a thorn?3Does he multiply supplications to you? Does he speak tender things to you?4Does he make a covenant with you? Do you take him for a perpetual servant?5Do you play with him as a bird? And do you bind him for your girls?6(Companions feast on him, || They divide him among the merchants!)7Do you fill his skin with barbed irons? And his head with fish-spears?8Place your hand on him, || Remember the battle—do not add!9Behold, the hope of him is found a liar, || Also, is one not cast down at his appearance?10None so fierce that he awakes him, || And who [is] he [who] stations himself before Me?11Who has brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] Mine.12I do not keep silent concerning his parts, || And the matter of might, || And the grace of his arrangement.13Who has uncovered the face of his clothing? Who enters within his double bridle?14Who has opened the doors of his face? Around his teeth [are] terrible.15A pride—strong ones of shields, || Shut up—a close seal.16They draw near to one another, || And air does not enter between them.17They adhere to one another, || They stick together and are not separated.18His sneezings cause light to shine, || And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn.19Flames go out of his mouth, sparks of fire escape.20Smoke goes forth out of his nostrils, || As a blown pot and reeds.21His breath sets coals on fire, || And a flame goes forth from his mouth.22Strength lodges in his neck, || And grief exults before him.23The flakes of his flesh have adhered—Firm on him—it is not moved.24His heart [is] firm as a stone, || Indeed, firm as the lower piece.25The mighty are afraid at his rising, || From his breakings they keep themselves free.26The sword of his overtaker does not stand, || Spear, dart, and breastplate.27He reckons iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.28The son of the bow does not cause him to flee, || Stones of the sling are turned into stubble by him.29Darts have been reckoned as stubble, || And he laughs at the shaking of a javelin.30Sharp points of clay [are] under him, || He spreads gold on the mire.31He causes the deep to boil as a pot, || He makes the sea as a pot of ointment.32He causes a path to shine after him, || One thinks the deep to be hoary.33There is not on the earth his like, || That is made without terror.34He sees every high thing, || He [is] king over all sons of pride.”Job 40Job 42