41 : 1 Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down? 41 : 2 Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn? 41 : 3 Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee? 41 : 4 Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? 41 : 5 Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? 41 : 6 Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants? 41 : 7 Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears? 41 : 8 Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more. 41 : 9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? 41 : 10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me? 41 : 11 Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever 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 round about. 41 : 15 His scales are his 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 one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered. 41 : 18 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. 41 : 19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. 41 : 20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. 41 : 21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of 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; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. 41 : 25 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves. 41 : 26 The sword of him that layeth at 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: slingstones 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.