Job Capítulo 41

41 : 1 Can you draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which you let down?

41 : 2 Can you put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?

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

41 : 4 Will he make a covenant with you? will you take him for a servant for ever?

41 : 5 Will you play with him as with a bird? or will you bind him for your maidens?

41 : 6 Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?

41 : 7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears?

41 : 8 Lay your hand on him, remember the battle, do no more.

41 : 9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

41 : 10 None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?

41 : 11 Who has prevented me, that I should repay him? whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.

41 : 12 I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion.

41 : 13 Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle?

41 : 14 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

41 : 15 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with 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, that they cannot be sundered.

41 : 18 By his neesings a light does shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

41 : 19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.

41 : 20 Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

41 : 21 His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.

41 : 22 In his neck remains strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

41 : 23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

41 : 24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

41 : 25 When he raises up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

41 : 26 The sword of him that lays at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

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

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

41 : 29 Darts are counted as stubble: he laughs at the shaking of a spear.

41 : 30 Sharp stones are under him: he spreads sharp pointed things on 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; one would think the deep to be hoary.

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

41 : 34 He beholds all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.