Job 41

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Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook?

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Canst thou put a rope into his nose?

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Will he make many supplications unto thee?

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Will he make a covenant with thee,

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Wilt thou play with him as with a bird?

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Will the bands of fishermen make traffic of him?

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Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons,

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Lay thy hand upon him;

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Behold, the hope of him is in vain:

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None is so fierce that he dare stir him up;

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Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him?

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I will not keep silence concerning his limbs,

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Who can strip off his outer garment?

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Who can open the doors of his face?

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His strong scales are his pride,

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One is so near to another,

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They are joined one to another;

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His sneezings flash forth light,

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Out of his mouth go burning torches,

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Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth,

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His breath kindleth coals,

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In his neck abideth strength,

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The flakes of his flesh are joined together:

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His heart is as firm as a stone;

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When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid:

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If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail;

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He counteth iron as straw,

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The arrow cannot make him flee:

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Clubs are counted as stubble:

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His underparts are like sharp potsherds:

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He maketh the deep to boil like a pot:

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He maketh a path to shine after him;

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Upon earth there is not his like,

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He beholdeth everything that is high: