Old Testament · BSB
Job 41
Berean Standard Bible · 34 verses
- “Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook or tie down his tongue with a rope?
- Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
- Will he beg you for mercy or speak to you softly?
- Will he make a covenant with you to take him as a slave for life?
- Can you pet him like a bird or put him on a leash for your maidens?
- Will traders barter for him or divide him among the merchants?
- Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
- If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle and never repeat it!
- Surely hope of overcoming him is false. Is not the sight of him overwhelming?
- No one is so fierce as to rouse Leviathan. Then who is able to stand against Me?
- Who has given to Me that I should repay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.
- I cannot keep silent about his limbs, his power and graceful form.
- Who can strip off his outer coat? Who can approach him with a bridle?
- Who can open his jaws, ringed by his fearsome teeth?
- His rows of scales are his pride, tightly sealed together.
- One scale is so near to another that no air can pass between them.
- They are joined to one another; they clasp and cannot be separated.
- His snorting flashes with light, and his eyes are like the rays of dawn.
- Firebrands stream from his mouth; fiery sparks shoot forth!
- Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.
- His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames pour from his mouth.
- Strength resides in his neck, and dismay leaps before him.
- The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.
- His chest is as hard as a rock, as hard as a lower millstone!
- When Leviathan rises up, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw before his thrashing.
- The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or dart or arrow.
- He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.
- No arrow can make him flee; slingstones become like chaff to him.
- A club is regarded as straw, and he laughs at the sound of the lance.
- His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.
- He makes the depths seethe like a cauldron; he makes the sea like a jar of ointment.
- He leaves a glistening wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair!
- Nothing on earth is his equal—a creature devoid of fear!
- He looks down on all the haughty; he is king over all the proud.”