Job Chapter 41
God's final creature portrait: the fearsome, unconquerable leviathan.
Following behemoth in Job 40, God now describes leviathan at length, a creature no man can draw out with a hook, whose scales are 'shut up together as with a close seal.'
\\41:10\\None is so fierce that he dare rouse him: who then is able to stand before me?
\\41:11\\Who hath first benefited me, that I should repay him? whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
\\41:12\\I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
\\41:13\\Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
\\41:14\\Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible around.
\\41:15\\His scales are his pride, shut 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 one to another, they stick together, that they 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 burning lamps, and sparks of fire dart forth.
\\41:20\\Out of his nostrils issueth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
\\41:21\\His breath kindleth coals, and a flame issueth from his mouth.
\\41:22\\In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
\\41:23\\The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
\\41:24\\His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
\\41:25\\When he raiseth himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
\\41:26\\The sword of him that attacketh him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
\\41:27\\He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
\\41:28\\The arrow cannot make him flee: sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
\\41:29\\Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
\\41:30\\Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things 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 a 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 a king over all the children of pride.
The sword of him that attacketh him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
He esteemeth iron as straw, [and] brass as rotten wood.
The arrow cannot make him flee: sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
Sharp stones [are] under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
He maketh a path to shine after him; [one] would think the deep [to be] hoary.
Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
He beholdeth all high [things]: he [is] a king over all the children of pride.