Job
Job, Chapter 41
None [is so] fierce as to dare to stir him up; who then [is] able to stand before Me?
Who has gone before Me that I should repay? All that [is] the heavens is Mine.
I will not keep silent [concerning] his limbs, or [his] mighty strength, or the grace of his frame.
Who can take off the surface of his skin; who can come [to him] with his double bridle?
Who can open the doors to his face? Terror [is] round about his teeth.
The rows of shields [are] his pride, shut up with a close seal;
one is so near to another that no air can come between them;
they are joined one to another, they clasp each other so that they can not be separated.
His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes [are] like the eyelids of the dawn.
Out of his mouth go burning torches, sparks of fire leap out.
Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as [out] of a boiling pot [fired] by reeds.
His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.
In his neck remains strength, and terror dances before him.
The folds of his flesh are joined together, cast firm on him; he cannot be moved.
His heart is cast hard as a stone, even cast hard as a piece of a riding millstone.
The mighty are afraid from his rising; they are beside themselves from the crashing.
The sword overtakes him, [but] will not hold firm. The spear, the dart, and the javelin [also].
He counts iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
An arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned by him into stubble.
Darts are counted as straw; he laughs at the shaking of a javelin.
Points of potsherds [are] under him; he spreads sharp pointed [marks] on the mire.
He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
He makes a path to shine after him; one would think the deep [to be] gray-headed.
On earth there is nothing like him, one made without fear.
He beholds all high [things]; he [is] a king over all the sons of pride.