Job 41

¹Not as cruel will I raise him: for who can resist my countenance?

²Who hath given me before, that I may render unto him? All things that are under heaven be mine.

³I will not spare him, and his mighty words, and framed to beseech.

⁴Who shall reveal the face of his garment: and who shall enter into the midst of his mouth?

⁵Who shall open the gate of his countenance? Dread is round about his teeth.

⁶His body as shields that are cast, compact with scales fast cleaving together.

⁷One is joined to another, and not so much as any air entereth between them:

⁸One shall stick to another, and holding each other, they shall not be separated.

⁹His sneezing is as the shining of fire, and his eyes as the twinklings of the morning.

¹⁰Out of his mouth proceed lamps, as it were torches of lighted fire.

¹¹Out of his nostrils proceedeth smoke, as it were of a pot heated and boiling.

¹²His breath maketh coals to burn, & a flame cometh forth out of his mouth.

¹³In his neck shall strength abide, and neediness goeth before his face.

¹⁴The members of his flesh cleave together one to another: he shall send lightnings against him, and he shall not be carried to another place.

¹⁵His heart shall be hardened as a stone, and shall be stiffly compact as the smith's stithy.

¹⁶When he shall be taken away, the Angels shall fear, and being feared shall be purged.

¹⁷When the sword shall apprehend him, neither spear, nor breast-plate shall be able to abide.

¹⁸For he shall esteem iron as chaff, & brass, as rotten wood.

¹⁹The bow-man shall not put him to flight, the stones of the sling, to him are turned into stubble.

²⁰As stubble will he esteem the hammer, and he will laugh him to scorn that shaketh the spear.

²¹The beams of the sun shall be under him, & he shall strew gold under him as durt.

²²He shall make the deep sea to boil as a pot, and shall put it as when ointments boil.

²³A path shall shine after him, he shall esteem the depth as waxing old.

²⁴There is no power upon the earth, that may be compared with him, who is made to fear no man.

²⁵He seeth every high thing, he is king over all the children of pride.