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Ward Green Version, 2004 American Standard Version, 1901
© 2009 Ward Green. All rights reserved.
Job 41
1-2``Shall you lead the crocodile (crocodile = Hebrew `leviathan') along with the hook or tie its tongue down with a rope? 2Can you put a bulrush in its nose or pierce its jaw with a thorn?

3-4``Does it increase toward you its begging or coddle you with its tenderness? 4Will it cut a deal with you that you might take it to be your everlasting servant?

5-6``Will you play with it like a sparrow or add it to the company of your young girls, 6or do companions open up negotiations for it to split it amongst merchants?

7-8``Will you fill its hide with barbed iron darts, and top it off with a fishnet full of harpoons? 8Lay your hand on it. Take note of the fight and you might not proceed further.

9-10``If its hope is proving to be deceptive it assumes the sight of it doesn't knock you down! 10Very fierce when aroused: `Who stands up to my mouth?

11-12``Whoever comes before me, I make to be at peace. Under all of the heavens it is mine!'
12I won't make a secret of its parts, the matter of its power and the beauty of its proportion.

13-14``Will anyone strip off the face of its garment? Will anyone go to war with its double jaw? 14The two-leaved door of its mouth who opens? On every side its teeth are terrifying!

15-16``Majestic the scales of its great hide are, sealing it up tight. 16Each one is united so closely to the next that there are no spaces in between them.

17-18``Every one is joined to the next. They stick together and cannot be separated. 18Its sneezings celebrate the sun, its eyes with fluttering the early morning light.

19-20``From of its mouth lightnings come and like the sparks of a fire they escape it. 20From its nostrils shoot forth smoke. A boiling kettle is its breath and the pond among the bulrushes.

21-22``Its soul sets coals ablaze! Gleamings flash forth from its mouth. 22In the back of its neck there dwells strength, and fear is turned away from in front of it.

23-24``The hanging parts of its flesh remain firmly upon it as a casting of metal. They do not slip. 24Its heart is as firm as a stone, it is as firm as a lower millstone.

25-26``From its dignity the strongest stands in awe. Out of the utter destruction they come short of it. 26A sword may reach it but fails, a spear may be launched, or an arrow, but it's like a coat of armour.

27-28``It likens iron to straw, and steel to rotten wood. 28Not being driven away by the offspring of bow, a joke, or stubble, the stone of a sling becomes to it.

29-30``Like stubble it regards a club and it plays to the vibration in a spear. 30With his sharp points as of potsherds, he lies as a threshing machine upon the mud.

31-32``He seethes in a cauldron of the Nile, and the deep sea he works like a pot of ointment. 32Making his path shine after him, he weaves the abyss to old age.

33-34``He is unrivalled on earth and this is what makes him fearless: 34All of what is lofty he sees. He is royalty, a king over all sons of dignity among majestic wild beasts.''
© 2009 Ward Green. All rights reserved.
Modified January 29, 2009 by Ward Green

Job 41 1
Canst thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?
Job 41 2
Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Job 41 3
Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?
Job 41 4
Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?
Job 41 5
Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
Job 41 6
Will the bands [of fishermen] make traffic of him? Will they part him among the merchants?
Job 41 7
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?
Job 41 8
Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.
Job 41 9
Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
Job 41 10
None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?
Job 41 11
Who hath first given unto me, that I should repay him? [Whatsoever is] under the whole heaven is mine.
Job 41 12
I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
Job 41 13
Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
Job 41 14
Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.
Job 41 15
[His] strong scales are [his] pride, Shut up together [as with] a close seal.
Job 41 16
One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.
Job 41 17
They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.
Job 41 18
His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Job 41 19
Out of his mouth go burning torches, And sparks of fire leap forth.
Job 41 20
Out of his nostrils a smoke goeth, As of a boiling pot and [burning] rushes.
Job 41 21
His breath kindleth coals, And a flame goeth forth from his mouth.
Job 41 22
In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.
Job 41 23
The flakes of his flesh are joined together: They are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.
Job 41 24
His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.
Job 41 25
When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: By reason of consternation they are beside themselves.
Job 41 26
If one lay at him with the sword, it cannot avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
Job 41 27
He counteth iron as straw, [And] brass as rotten wood.
Job 41 28
The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
Job 41 29
Clubs are counted as stubble: He laugheth at the rushing of the javelin.
Job 41 30
His underparts are [like] sharp potsherds: He spreadeth [as it were] a threshing-wain upon the mire.
Job 41 31
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
Job 41 32
He maketh a path to shine after him; One would think the deep to be hoary.
Job 41 33
Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.
Job 41 34
He beholdeth everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.
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