Job Capítulo 41

41 : 1 Can thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

41 : 2 Can thou put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

41 : 3 Will he make many supplications to thee? Or will he speak soft words to thee?

41 : 4 Will he make a covenant with thee, that thou should take him for a servant forever?

41 : 5 Will thou play with him as with a bird? Or will thou bind him for thy maidens?

41 : 6 Will the bands make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?

41 : 7 Can thou fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish-spears?

41 : 8 Lay thy hand upon him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.

41 : 9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not a man be cast down even at the sight of him?

41 : 10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

41 : 11 Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Under the whole heaven is mine.

41 : 12 I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

41 : 13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

41 : 14 Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.

41 : 15 His strong scales are his pride, shut up together like 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, so that they cannot be parted.

41 : 18 His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

41 : 19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap forth.

41 : 20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot and burning rushes.

41 : 21 His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes forth from his mouth.

41 : 22 In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.

41 : 23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm upon him. They cannot be moved.

41 : 24 His heart is as firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the nether millstone.

41 : 25 When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid. Because of consternation they are beside themselves.

41 : 26 If a man lays at him with the sword it cannot avail, nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

41 : 27 He counts iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.

41 : 28 The arrow cannot make him flee. Sling-stones are turned into stubble with him.

41 : 29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

41 : 30 His underparts are like sharp potsherds. He spreads out as a threshing-wagon upon the mire.

41 : 31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

41 : 32 He makes a path to shine after him. A man would think the deep to be hoary.

41 : 33 Upon earth there is not his like who is made without fear.

41 : 34 He beholds everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.