Job 41:20–34

²⁰Out of his nostrils goeth smoke,

As out of a ^aseething pot or ^bcaldron.

²¹His breath ^cckindleth coals,

And a flame goeth out of his mouth.

²²In his neck remaineth strength,

And sorrow is turned into joy before him.

²³The flakes of his flesh are ^ujoined together:

They are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

²⁴His heart is as firm as a stone;

Yea, as hard as ^ca piece of the nether millstone.

²⁵When he raiseth up himself, the ^dmighty are afraid:

By reason of breakings they purify themselves.

²⁶The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold:

The spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

²⁷He esteemeth iron as straw,

And brass as rotten wood.

²⁸The ^earrow cannot make him flee:

Slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

²⁹Darts are counted as stubble:

He laugheth at the shaking of a ^fspear.

³⁰Sharp stones are under him:

He spreadeth ^gsharp pointed things upon the mire.

³¹He maketh ^hthe deep to ⁱboil like a pot:

He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

³²He maketh a path to shine after him;

One would think ^hthe deep to be hoary.

^33kUpon earth there is not his ^llike,

Who is made without fear.

³⁴He beholdeth all high things:

He is a king over all ^mthe children of pride.

XLII.