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English translation provided by Jewish Publication Society
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Job - Chapter 041

41:1
Behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

41:2
None is so fierce that dare stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?

41:3
Who hath given Me anything beforehand, that I should repay him? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is Mine.

41:4
Would I keep silence concerning his boastings, or his proud talk, or his fair array of words?

41:5
Who can uncover the face of his garment? Who shall come within his double bridle?

41:6
Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

41:7
His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.

41:8
One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

41:9
They are joined one to another; they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

41:10
His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

41:11
Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.

41:12
Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.

41:13
His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

Continued...

41:14
In his neck abideth strength, and dismay danceth before him.

41:15
The flakes of his flesh are joined together; they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

41:16
His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, firm as the nether millstone.

41:17
When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid; by reason of despair they are beside themselves.

41:18
If one lay at him with the sword, it will not hold; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

41:19
He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

41:20
The arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

41:21
Clubs are accounted as stubble; he laugheth at the rattling of the javelin.

41:22
Sharpest potsherds are under him; he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire.

41:23
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.

41:24
He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.

41:25
Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.

41:26
He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.

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-- Job - Chapter 041 --





 
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