Job 41:17–33
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17They are joined each to its fellow; they stick together, and cannot be sundered. 18His sneezings flash light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. 19Out of his mouth go forth flames; sparks of fire leap out: 20Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a boiling pot and cauldron. 21His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. 22In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him. 23The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are fused upon him, they cannot be moved. 24His heart is firm as a stone, yea, firm as the nether millstone. 25When he raiseth himself up, the mighty are afraid: they are beside themselves with consternation. 26If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon. 27He esteemeth iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood. 28The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble. 29Clubs are counted as stubble; he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin. 30His under parts are sharp potsherds: he spreadeth a threshing-sledge upon the mire. 31He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment; 32He maketh the path to shine after him: one would think the deep to be hoary. 33Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.
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