Job 41
Webster's Bible (1833)
1None is so fierce that he dare rouse him: who then is able to stand before me?
2Who hath first benefited me, that I should repay him? whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
3I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.
4Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?
5Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible around.
6His scales are his pride, shut together as with a close seal.
7One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
8They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.
9His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
10Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire dart forth.
11Out of his nostrils issueth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
12His breath kindleth coals, and a flame issueth from his mouth.
13In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.
14The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.
15His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
16When he raiseth himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
17The sword of him that attacketh him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
18He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.
19The arrow cannot make him flee: sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
20Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
21Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.
22He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
23He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
24Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
25He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.