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018:041:001
Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?

018:041:002
Canst thou put an hook into his nose?
or bore his jaw through with a thorn?

018:041:003
Will he make many supplications unto thee?
will he speak soft words unto thee?

018:041:004
Will he make a covenant with thee?
wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?

018:041:005
Wilt thou play with him as with a bird?
or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?

018:041:006
Shall the companions make a banquet of him?
shall they part him among the merchants?

018:041:007
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons?
or his head with fish spears?

018:041:008
Lay thine hand upon him,
remember the battle,
do no more.

018:041:009
Behold,
the hope of him is in vain:
shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

018:041:010
None is so fierce that dare stir him up:
who then is able to stand before me?

018:041:011
Who hath prevented me,
that I should repay him?
whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.

018:041:012
I will not conceal his parts,
nor his power,
nor his comely proportion.

018:041:013
Who can discover the face of his garment?
or who can come to him with his double bridle?

018:041:014
Who can open the doors of his face?
his teeth are terrible round about.

018:041:015
His scales are his pride,
shut up together as with a close seal.

018:041:016
One is so near to another,
that no air can come between them.

018:041:017
They are joined one to another,
they stick together,
that they cannot be sundered.

018:041:018
By his neesings a light doth shine,
and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

018:041:019
Out of his mouth go burning lamps,
and sparks of fire leap out.

018:041:020
Out of his nostrils goeth smoke,
as out of a seething pot or caldron.

018:041:021
His breath kindleth coals,
and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

018:041:022
In his neck remaineth strength,
and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

018:041:023
The flakes of his flesh are joined together:
they are firm in themselves;
they cannot be moved.

018:041:024
His heart is as firm as a stone;
yea,
as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

018:041:025
When he raiseth up himself,
the mighty are afraid:
by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

018:041:026
The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold:
the spear,
the dart,
nor the habergeon.

018:041:027
He esteemeth iron as straw,
and brass as rotten wood.

018:041:028
The arrow cannot make him flee:
slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

018:041:029
Darts are counted as stubble:
he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

018:041:030
Sharp stones are under him:
he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

018:041:031
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:
he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

018:041:032
He maketh a path to shine after him;
one would think the deep to be hoary.

018:041:033
Upon earth there is not his like,
who is made without fear.

018:041:034
He beholdeth all high things:
he is a king over all the children of pride.