Job 41:3–18

³I will not spare him, nor his mighty words, and framed to make supplication.

⁴Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can go into the midst of his mouth?

⁵Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

⁶His body is like molten shields, shut close up with scales pressing upon one another.

⁷One is joined to another, and not so much as any air can come between them:

⁸They stick one to another and they hold one another fast, and shall not be separated.

⁹His sneezing is like the shining of fire, and his eyes like the eyelids of the morning.

¹⁰Out of his mouth go forth lamps, like torches of lighted fire.

¹¹Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, like that of a pot heated and boiling.

¹²His breath kindleth coals, and a flame cometh forth out of his mouth.

¹³In his neck strength shall dwell, and want goeth before his face.

¹⁴The members of his flesh cleave one to another: he shall send lightnings against him, and they shall not be carried to another place.

¹⁵His heart shall be as hard as a stone, and as firm as a smith’s anvil,

¹⁶When he shall raise him up, the angels shall fear, and being affrighted shall purify themselves.

¹⁷When a sword shall lay at him, it shall not be able to hold, nor a spear, nor a breastplate.

¹⁸For he shall esteem iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.